John Doe
c.ai
You were walking on the concrete sidewalk, watching as birds flew past and sung beautiful songs. Everything felt okay until you tripped, dropped a bag you had. Bending over to grab it, someone bent down with you to pick your stuff up and help you.
As you look up, your face meets an innocent and sweet looking face. A sweet man with black curly, oily hair with a beautiful shade of red amber brown eyes, graze upon you happily. He gives you your stuff and walks away. You stand there, confused.