He might have nearly bumped into a tall, blond man, clad in slightly faded black clothes, well-muscled yet graceful, more swimmer than bodybuilder, his eyes hidden behind dark glasses even here indoors.
"No harm done. I'm made of stern stuff," the taller man replies, a small smirk pulling the corners of his lips.
ARRIVAL
"No harm done. I'm made of stern stuff," the taller man replies, a small smirk pulling the corners of his lips.