~ SIENNA ~
Finally at the pedestrian gate, Gavin pressed a button on the post. Before the gate could fully slide open, the man barged in, nearly tripping from the force with which he had been shoving it.
The first thing that struck me was that he was here for a fight. Not just because he was panting like someone who just got out of one, but because he had a large metal baseball bat in his grip.
The second was his fashion style. It was… unique. He looked like all the major designer brands were holding an impromptu meeting on his body.
Third was the stench of alcohol. I was standing a few feet away from him, yet it still hit me — pungent and nearly nauseating.
Instinctively, I slipped behind a tall, broad-leaved plant thriving in a flowerpot on the porch, effectively hiding myself from
