from the BBC show :: DODGER

He sat up from his bed and carded his hands through his hair. He pulled his hat from the floor and placed it onto his head. He looked at everyone , Tang ( a little Asian girl who was always grumpy ), Molly ( a quick-witted young woman ), Charley ( a girl he met in the fields ), and you. He glared at you. It wasn’t a glare , but a gaze. A bitter gaze though a longing one. He stepped closer and held out a grubby hand.

“ Dodger. “