Exiting the store, it was a nice weather..wasnt too hot, nor too cold. It was a warm day, people seemed happy, how hopeful..no despair whatsoever..you were carrying groceries, about three; two in one hand, one in one hand. A blonde boy walked up to you, he looked like a village boy. He had a curious look.

"Do you need any help carrying that?"

He looked young, like a teen.