There were simply two good things about his weekly newspaper job: the pay (well, sort of) and the traveling. The traveling was what lured him in the first place. Europe, the Americas, and the one he’d never grow tired of: the land of the rising sun. Gourmet food at the end of every corner, bright lights to make it seem as if night never took to the skies. It was a city of adventure. Nighttime -- 8PM to be exact -- when he walked the crowded streets of Harajuku all by his lonesome, finding some time to kill from his busy job with a little shopping. Of course, with the little money he had. Which wasn’t much. The array of bright colors, the surplus of people, the smell of fried, sweet foods originating from nearby cafes. He could get lost in there all night and still wouldn’t find a reason to complain.
How foolish to be so optimistic for once.
A bright red wallet crossed his path, through the crowds, against the cold hard floor in the middle of the square. A loud “ugh” leaving his stuffed with food mouth before bending down to take into his own possession. Though luckily he’s seen the owner as it happened, merely seconds before he knew some deviant would try and take it before him. “Miss!” He yelled out, hand waving in the air with the occupied hand around his mouth, “Miss..wait!” Xero pushed and shoved, and he was pushed and shoved back, fell to the ground a couple of times, got yelled out. All for this stupid act of kindness. “You dropped this!” He called out again and again. Was the girl hard of hearing? How annoying, he thought. Finally through what seemed like running through an obstacle course of people, he grabbed the girl’s left shoulder before turning her around, walled held before her face as he was too out of breath for words.
