That lady totally thought I was a predator

I was just outside having a cigarette, and I was pacing the block so as to have something to do while smoking. I started down Jefferson, and about halfway down the block I pass a woman walking the other direction. Moments later, I glance down at my cigarette and realize that I should turn around immediately in order to finish just as I walk up to the door of my building. So I do so promptly, spinning on my heel and continuing on at my original brisk pace. The woman notices this turn-around and looks halfway behind, her quickening her pace. I wasn’t about to slow down in response to this, because forget you lady, I’m not a predator. Instead I kept my natural pace while she continued glancing halfway behind her every now and then, and then practically running off the curb crossed the street. Then I started feeling bad, but then I remembered that hey, forget that lady, I’m not a predator. I’m a computer programmer. That’s almost the exact opposite of predator.