Sirens blared loudly, closing in on the small store that was stupidly packed. Vance had, once again, caused a fight in the store which had caused the employee to call the police on him.

He was sprinting out and hid behind the dumpsters a couple blocks behind, seeing you also hidden behind them.

“Fuck you doin’?” he glared around you, eyeing you up and down as his chest rose rapidly from how far he had ran in such little time.