At the police station:
"Alright, I'm off. See you later, uncle."
A young man of a big frame exited the commander's office. The commander was his uncle, he was sent on his family's behalf to get some advice regarding a legal issue they were facing and needed a bit of ignoration feigning from the local law forces.
'Huh? What is he doing here?" Steven thought to himself when he saw someone he knew from school. It was a young man he disliked greatly. He unconsciously placed his arm on his chest, on that same spot where Nick had punched him in their brawl a week or two ago.
The memory of his pain and struggle to breathe as countless other students watched him go down with a single punch surfaced, making him burn with anger. If Nick was there, he could brag about making one more person blush that day, raising the overall count to five. The beauty blush count would remain at three, though.
