"Hey!" At some point, a young man appeared behind Big Fatty. From the old man's line of sight, he recognized him as the person who borrowed a light from him earlier. When did he get behind him? Wasn't he just walking alongside him?
Big Fatty was clearly startled by the voice, the slap he was about to deliver paused in mid-air. "Who are you?"
"I mean, you're a grown man, do you understand how to be gentle with women? Such a cute girl, and you still dare to lay a hand on her. I really can't stand it." The young man dodged the question, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, not caring whether Big Fatty was dangerous, swaggering up to him. "Little girl, are you okay!"
The girl stared at the young man. Although he was handsome, he was far from the doctor she had seen earlier, resembling more of a hoodlum, someone not trustworthy for life.
