Nothing seemed out of the ordinary as Levi was patrolling the local flourishing market area keeping an eye on the deceptively young smugglers, the cobblestone of the floor rumbling under his black dress shoes as he kept his gaze attentive. He was ready to take a small rest at the bottom of the stairwell when he suddenly felt something at the back of his shins that made him flinch and instinctively hold onto the railway with his black leather gloves.

– Oi, whose unattended brat is hitting sticks at me?

He grumbled as he turned around to catch a glimpse of a small petite woman, she had her knuckles covering her mouth while another one was holding a fancy looking cane. She had a modest attire but what really stood out to Levi was her eyelashes that sealed her eyes. As she apologized in a panicked manner with a “My apologies, Mr. Policeman!” and made a side comment about not liking sticks, Levi shut her off.

– Tch, no need to make a hassle about it.

He grunted as he stood back up and brushed the dirt off his uniform, he met her seal eyes again and he spouted out the first observation in his mind.

– This is the first time I’ve seen someone who keeps their eyes closed, what’s it to it? It won’t certainly help with running into people...