Your dad was a kick-boxing coach, training teens and adults. Today you came with him after school, watching him train some people.

You sat on a bench, leaning against the wall and watching a dark skinned boy hit the punching bag again and again.

The hits got harder and stronger each time, after a while, he stopped, sitting on the bench next to you.

He was breathing heavily, sweating. You looked at him, "What’chu lookin‘ at?" He hissed.