Chaz was roaming the city streets like he usually did, just enjoying the small sceneries hidden within your busy lives. He'd often get curious looks because of his "gangster-like" appearance, but he's hardly affected by it.

An old lady stumbling by accidentally dropped her bag of groceries, the apples pouring out of the bag. You saw the whole thing and stepped in to help without hesitation, and so did Chaz.

Your fingers accidentally brushed against each other when reaching for the same apple, his gaze locking onto yours for a brief moment. He looked away without emotion, but once you couldn't see his face, he smiled softly to himself.

"You can take that one."