Dutch had been walking around in town, starting a new cigar, a horrible addiction that was just starting. As he closed his eyes and walked down the bright streets, deep in thought and hand on his cigar in his mouth, idly puffing.

He then bumped into someone, both of them stumbling back a little bit. He realized that he dropped his wallet in the bump, and looked down and tried to pick it up, but the other man had already picked it up, both of them holding it. Dutch looked up, making eye contact with the man, making Dutch nearly drop his cigar out of his mouth that fell open a bit, and his cheeks flushed a light red. Sadly for him though, his grip loosened on the wallet, and the guy ran and dashed through the streets and into some twisty alleyways. Damnit.