Chapter 2: Empty Pockets, Heavy heart
7:45!
Ravi increased his footsteps when he heard that low subwoofer voice, "Wait!"
Ravi ignored him.
"I am talking to you!" There was an imposing aura now to the friendly voice earlier. The man was in his late twenties, probably a team leader in one of the companies around Davenport.
Ravi hurriedly came to a stop so as not to slam against the man in front of him. The golden-haired man looked down at him, the smile that was on his face had faded. He was taller than him, Ravi noted. He hated that.
"You are blocking my path. I would be late for work." Ravi said, looking up at the man. He suddenly wanted to manipulate his atoms, make himself taller, and bigger but he did not. Instead, he settled for a glare, conveying his displeasure through his eyes.
The man did not lower his gaze as other people would, he in fact met it, his blue eyes burning, "Are you not a police officer, You are obligated to help the netizens of Avalon." His voice had a righteous undertone to it.
Ravi frowned. Help! Obligated! Those words made his stomach turn and not in a good way. He stepped forward but the man did not step backward. Don't get angry. Don't get angry in public. This is a foolish netizen who does not know anything, control yourself.
Ravi took a deep breath. His emotions were like a snake around his body, tightly coiled, no one could make him lose it. Not even this righteous fool.