On my way to work this morning, I stopped at the liquor store down the street to pick up a pack of cigarettes. As I'm walking away from my car, I hear a horn honk. I turn around and see an HB7 and HB8 in a white Mercedes CLA250 laughing and waving. I walk over with a dead face to look to see if I parked funny or something. Sure enough I didn't. I look at them, shrug my shoulders, and walk into the store. I walk back out and they happen to be parked next me. I pay it no mind, get in my car, and light up a cigarette. I'm about to pull out when I see one of them motioning for me to roll my window down, so I do.

HB8: "Don't worryyyyy, we weren't gonna hit your caaaaarrrr" giggling like schoolgirls

They were definitely high on something. I furrow my brow out of confusion, still deadfaced.

Me: "I wasn't worried, just a little confused."

HB7: "We just wanted to see you walk by a second tiiiiiiiimeeee ahahahahaha"

Me: "I'll take that as a compliment."

HB7 goes inside the liquor store and leaves me with her friend. She bums a cigarette off me, and starts making small talk. I am literally putting no effort into the conversation. She starts talking about horoscopes and shit, and I just play along with it. She asks for my number. I'm kind of reluctant to give it to her, thinking this shit was much easier than it usually is. I'm the one getting approached. But I figure fuck it, she has nice tits. I get hers and I call her from my phone. I proceed to cut the conversation short.

Me: "Alright I'm running late for work, I'll call you later."

HB8: "Sounds good to me Papi." (they were Hispanic if that didn't give it away)

As I'm driving to work, my phone starts BLOWING THE FUCK UP with back to back texts. I get to a red light and open them. I didn't realize I had my read receipts on...

"Hey Papi" "It's me" "The one you suspected was going to run you over" "Same care enemy color" "We were wearing shades together" "You gonna just ignore me like that??" screenshot of her texts showing that I read them

I get to work and text her back:

"You're fucking insane. What are you doing tonight?"

...No answer...

I could give a fuck about these sluts, but I'm very confused. Can someone please tell me what the fuck just happened to me? Were they most likely hookers? Am I going to be stalked? Was this some sick, desperate attempt at getting validation? I'm lost...

EDIT: Wasn't sure what flair to use. Field report for lack of a better option?

EDIT 2: Googled her phone number. She's a stripper at a local hole in the wall strip club. Fack.