» in case he retrieved a weapon. He wasn't as impressed as if the stranger had gone into more details, but it still wasn't something very pleasant to hear.

"And you are?"

» not be as soft as when he started as a rookie cop, after all. "No dream, and I also hope I didn't end up eating poisoned pizza or something. You do look a bit roughed up."

"Some say too much thinking can get you killed. I guess this is what they mean," he half-joked, not expecting a reply. "You okay?," he asked after a few seconds, hands returning to the pockets of his brown leather jacket. He sensed something was the matter with the other young man.

In his experience, a giant silent guy was never good news. Call him distrustful. He kept his aim, pointing the gun at the stranger in front of him.

"I believe we haven't had the pleasure. Hard to say with a helmet on."

/ Nadie dice que no tenga ya muchas emociones escondidas y contradictorias :)

/ Entonces no es divertido