You wanted to blow off some steam so you put on your music and went to the park. Your music was loud as you walked the concrete path. Dancing to the beat of the song, a guy on a bench watched you with a smirk on his face.

This man was Flint. You were oblivious to him and continued to dance. He was intrigued that some one was happy when he wasn’t. You weren’t paying attention and didn’t notice him.