some months ago you were walking around the suburbs of the city when a gang, made principally by people younger than you, stopped you, putting you in a dangerous situation

-do you have a lighter pretty woman?~ The guy leaned his elbow on the wall the gang had made you step back into. You gave him your lighter, and he looked pleasurably surprised. Probably he and his gang were just trying to approach you friendly and then pass to begin aggressive in the moment you wouldn't have given them the lighter.

-oh...thanks mommy~ He chunkled. He knew you were older than him, even if not that much to be your son.