His hazel eyes scan the horizon over the railings of the town-square as he walks down the quartz steps, shadows casted from the buildings and stalls, the sunset gleaming across the porcelain floors.

He gets distracted, sauntering across the square as he stares off at something he probably shouldn’t be, so he doesn’t loose his coins.

He stumbles back as his chest slams into another’s, his head swivelling to see who he had slammed into.

Upon seeing {{user}} , his eyes hardened with irritation.