A Halloween Hoodie story

"shit" i said softly, as the cold air turned my quiet word into a mist and then they started whistling at me and calling me over
A potentially disastrous situation ended up lifting my spirits.
I shook my head and carried on walking to the bus stop, a big smile on my black coloured lips.
I heard the disappointed murmer as my heels clacked down the street, finally stopping some 2 minutes later at the bus stop. And there i sat, in the cold for fifteen minutes.

It was about the time my eyes were heavy that I heard the hoodies again, their group was whittled down to three and they were walking towards me, talking about video games and booze.
The handsome one, who'd noticed me first before, glanced at me and smiled slightly, but this time he kept his friends' attention away from me and i heard him saying his goodbye's to them. His plan obviously didn't work as they both immediately looked around for the source of their pals' desperate attempt to ditch them.
The tall dark one leaned in close and whispered something to the other, smirked at their friend and patted him on the back, then both set off together over the road and around the next corner. I was so busy watching them and thinking of getting mugged or worse that i didn't notice the first guy sit next to me on the bench.
"Hey" he said, and them some awful ice-breaker line like "you play world of warcraft?" or something. I smiled politley and shook my head and just went with the banter. He was surprisingly friendly to be honest and soon he was complimenting my style and how he loved skinny goth girls.
He actually thought i was a girl!
Before i knew it, his coat was off and around my bare shoulders and we were talking about favourite food and all that other stuff that no one is really interested in.
I said i liked salty things and he snorted and all of a sudden we were making suggestive innuendo's to each other.
Did i enjoy "salty sausages" or "cramming meat in my mouth".