Sketchy, Creepy Man

When I was walking back from the beach to get a taxi back to the hotel, I went to a little corner store to buy saltines and gatorade.
At the store, there were two middle eastern men working there and it was fine. I got what I went for and was paying. He told me in English that I should take the bigger bottle because it was the same price as the smaller one so naturally I replied in Spanish and took the bigger bottle. He asked me what language I spoke and I said both. He started asking me where I was from and I thought he was just curious so I said the US but I'm currently living in Zaragoza. Then he asked me what my name was. I didn't want to tell him my real name so I told him the first name that came into my head. Chinasa, I replied. Then he asked me of my eyes were real. Of course they are. Thanks, bye. And I practically ran out the door. I got to the other side of the street and he had come outside and was calling my name so I turned around, said no quickly and loudly, and walked around the corner so I could find a cab. I got lucky and a guy was getting out so I hopped right in and told him where I was going. He had to think about where to go because of the strikes that were happening. As we turned the same corner as before, the guy was still standing outside of his store looking for me. Creeper!