In the little slum ghetto area, a small whirlwind danced in the middle of the street, dirt and nylons danced around in a similar tone. It was everything but aggressive.
The little boy directed the route to the bar. He sat happily on the bike like he was at Disney land observing the road twist and bend.
Kendrick on the other hand clenched his jaw at the annoying heat.
For a while, he was projected to his childhood.
Slippers-covered feet clapped against the old road which has the zebra crossing all wiped out and almost invisible against the paved road. Even the roads had some holed from accidents and careless driving yet to be repaired, it caused flat tires and uncomfortable rides.
The little amber eyes boy ran as fast as he could breeze clapping the stack of papers he had in his h
