Ambling down the streets a young man passed numerous people in transit wielding a smile brighter than the sun that shone in the sky. He made numerous gestures and greetings of good faith but sadly only a handful of them responded positively; most of them just grunted with irritation or were distracted by their numerous electronic devices. Ironic that people who talk so rudely would want to converse for so long. But that didn't bother him. Hell couldn't even bother him. This man of fate; this Kismet.<br/><br/>He loved to watch the people, their quirks and oddities were what made them who they are, something that could not be negitively viewed by someone like him, and shouldn't be by anyone else. Kismet slows to a crawl as his vision is drawn to a variety of fresh fruit of enticing color, from a street vendor on the busy street. "It all looks so wonderful." He didn't wait long before pointing his fingers at numerous fruits; apples, banana, pineapples, grapes and a lovely ripe melon. They'd all be perfect.<br/><br/>His slender form is jostled as two kids, no older than seven or eight, pass by kicking a rubber ball ahead of their path. Of the two the little boy blasts the ball ahead of him, the little girl beside him running fervently to catch the ball. Kismet, watching from afar, reaches out and grabs an orange from the stand. With a throw like a world class pitcher he hits a car by the side of the road, the subsequent alarm frightening the approaching girl into stopping. She throws out a little 'eep' before looking towards the ball, jumping when the ball is popped audibly beneath the wheels of a black SUV.<br/><br/>"That'll be 14.90 mate."<br/>"Wonderful prices. Oh one orange too."<br/>"It's only one orange. On the house."<br/>"Thank you my good man."<br/><br/>Kismet wanders past the two little kids, the boy asking the little girl if she was ok. "You have to be careful along these roads." He offers in passing handing each of the kids a shiny red apple. He turns his head towards the avenue of the black SUV. "There are a lot of bad drivers in the world." Patting them on the head Kismet crosses the street, the green man beckoning him across, as it was when the ball met its unfortunate end. Rest in peace ball, for you saved the life of a child with your power.<br/><br/>Holding the basket full of fruit Kismet smiles warmly, looking at the fresh produce bouncing around in their wicker cradle. "Hope that she'll like them."