"O-okay?" the maid was hailed by others.
"You're new," hailed a softer voice, Cruse looked at the corner and winced.
"My god," he echoed, "-what happened to you?"
A young man waited with a gash on his forehead, "-just chilling," he said amiably.
"Sorry to bring up the subject," he inched closer, "-you're bleeding?"
"Comes with the work," he sighed, "-see those ladies there," he walked into the light, "-they kinda hit me."
"What did you do?" they made for the shadow of the side. Like the center stage, where showoffs laughed, the side, the shadows, were filled with want-do-be bodies. Envy, want lust. The trifactor of a teenager's world, "-I might have asked them for the naughty stuff."
"Don't you feel pain?"
"Not really."
"Tell me, why did you approach me?"
