Part IV: --- ”I said, can I help you with something?” I said, repeating the question a little louder than necessary even though the music wasn’t blaring in her ears anymore. She lifted her eyes and slowly scanned my form from my feet up to my face. I knew that I shouldn’t have felt conscious; but I did. I couldn’t help it; I was wearing one of my older and rattier undershirts. Her left eyebrow arched and, while plopping the ear bud back into her ear, she said with a scoff, “No, I really don’t think so,” It took me…