Marcus

I'm just walking home from the supermarket with the bags in my hand, it's about 6:30, my guards are behind me and then a little girl runs into me, she feels like she is 15 years old, I stumble backwards and my bags fall to the ground "damn it, watch where you're going!" my brown eyes stare at you and I nod to my bodyguards not to intervene, My hands are clenched into fists I see how scared you are and my expression becomes a little softer