<ul><span style="font-family: New Times Roman;"><span style="font-weight: bold">"It's fine, I needed the warmup I s'pose. I'm sorry you lost your coffee." </span><br/><br/>The man smiled uncomfortably as a quick breeze fell upon him.  <span style="font-style: italic">"Yeah... I mean... no biggie."</span> He replied and bent down to pick up the empty white paper coffee cup. Azure orbs caught sight of the coffee stained snow for a brief moment as he regained his composure. As the female presence of the stranger giggled, he turned around for couple seconds to throw the empty cup into the wall mounted metal trash can. It wasn't that recycling did not make a difference, but what was the point of recycling something so useless when Starbucks coffee cups were not something one would be able to recycle. <br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"I drink too much coffee anyway."</span> He chuckled under his breath as he turned around to look at the stranger, unaware of the theft crime she commited.<span style="font-style: italic"> "Well, gotta take off Ma'am..." </span>Pushing gloved hands inside his pockets, he tried to step past the woman, but that same daring hand came to rest on his forearm. Her attempt was truly a success. He detected a negative scent in the atmosphere as her form claimed his space once again. That scent... It reminded him of a Manyberries Chinook experience. A bone-chilling cold, menacing scent.. It stung his eyes.<br/><br/>This could be nothing else but a trap, he thought, as her breath teased his skin and his self-control began to weaver. Little did he know of what was calculated and planned. He was not naive though, nor was he an innocent man. But hey, let's face it here for once... Her crafty intent made him look like a petrified spider. What would a single man do if happened to come across a stunning chick, oh so willingly throwing herself at him; inviting him for something more than a game of <span style="font-style: italic">''Sorry!''</span>.<br/><br/>As the woman invited him to take back what belonged to him, the raven haired one caught movement out of the corner of his right eye. It was the form of a walkway passenger - sporting a nasty scar on the forehead and a yellow grin as he looked in their direction... Hungry perverted humans.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Go on...take it..."</span> The stranger said.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Ma'am, you may wanna keep it"</span> He chuckled, shaking his head and looked away from the item. Poverty invited prostitution. The item was nothing more but a $980 white gold pocket watch. Sadly, he really wasn't in the mood to take a complete stranger home tonight. He's been there, done that. They were all after the money anyway and it wasn't like he ever took advantage of their miserable situations. This was just another damsel in distress. Ah! The spice of life... Yet, there was something about the woman that worried him. <br/><br/>Pushing a bastard strand of dark hair away from his pale face, the male forced a smile, rested one hand on the woman's shoulder and bent his head, azure orbs locked on the stranger's face. He gently forced the female's palm closed around the pocket watch... Her hair gently tickling the side of his face.</span><br/></ul>