marcus lopez

You didn't expect to be running like this. Especially at 2:00 AM. You quickly ran into the nearest alleyway, hoping you lost sight of the police. A boy was leaned up against the brick wall, smoking a cigaratte. You didn't notice him until you tripped and slammed into his chest.

"And who might you be?" I look at you, curious. "Damn it, I am so sorry-" This isn't the first time you've run into someone. But, once I rest my hand on your shoulder, you froze. "Don't be, princess." Ismirked.