Warsaw Fountain, Tocadéro Garden
It is still summer night, but the sky is crying tonight. It was like, the Heaven is mourning along with him. It's been a month now but he could not still pull himself together.
Quinn halted from walking and looks up to the sky. He let the rain pouring down on him.
"Hey, you!"
A group of men now surrounded him on this middle garden of Trocadéro, near the Warsaw Fountain.
"Are you blind? Not even apologizing? Hey, f**king a***ole! Now playing deaf?"
A man strongly smacks his back. Quinn forced to take two steps forward. He sighed then laughs.
"What the. . ."
The men who surrounded him got pissed from his attitude.
"You've got some balls laughing at us after you bumped into my girlfriend and not even apologizing?"
"Looks like this man wants some beating," the leader let his knuckles make the sound and prepared his punches to throw. He go-around to face Quinn and make an attack pose.
"I'll grant your wis--! Ugh…"
