I slacked a bit as we were going home and stayed at the backline, looking for a good excuse to get away from the group. I guess I was lucky because it literally found me before I was able to spot it by myself.
It came in form of a muscular black man in a tank top, which left his shredded arms on full display. There were only a couple of people in the city center because most either went straight to the arena to watch or were sitting in pubs or even their own homes, watching the event n TV. Still, a few decided to hand around, and almost all of those people couldn't ignore that guy, as he headed straight towards me. His name was Nil Sanders.
I was stunned, looking at him. For the rest, it took a moment to register him too. I stopped. My family did the same moment later.
- What the hell are you doing here? - I asked him.
He smiled at me, showcasing the rows of his perfectly white teeth.
