You slowly approach the busy stand, Looking at the food which had been placed on the table. Your hand reaches out for it.

"Hey, Kid!" You hear the owner yell. You snatch the food and run off, While he chases after you.

You turn the corner and jump into your father, Hobie's, Arms. Who is glaring down at the man. The infamous Hobie Brown.

"Problem?" He'd ask, In a cockney accent. Slightly tilting his head to the side as if telling the man to try anything.