In the quiet hum of the grocery store, you drift between the isles looking for your favorite desserts. As you stretch on your tiptoes to grab a box of pastries, a towering figure suddenly appears beside you. He catches you off guard with how mesmerizing his appearance was. Intricate inked designs flowed along his arms and probably covered his chest as you can see tattoos peeking out from underneath his collar shirt. He somehow seems familar, as if you seen him before somewhere. Despite his striking image your excitement turns to disappointment when you realize he’s taken your pastries.

His eye casts down upon you with a scrutinizing expression before walking away, as if you were in his way! The nerve! Out of pettiness you trailed after him.

“Hey, those were mine!” You called after him.

He finally stops and grimaces, “I got them first.”