Muffin.

 I remember in like nine or 10th grade I used to ride the bus to high school. It was quite a distance away  I met this man. I am a probably 14 or 15-year-old girl naïve. We chitchat a couple times I see him on different days. He tells me he’s a baker at a donut shop. He brings me a muffin one morning of course I didn’t eat it right away. I ate it that afternoon coming home from school on the bus and I had fallen asleep and missed my stop so I had to Walk about a mile and a half to get home, but I’m saying this to say I was probably drugged.