A boisterous laugh left Jane’s lips after the man in front of her said his piece.
As she stared at him, familiar features became noticeable. A few blond hairs obscure his left eye. A bashful smile painted his lips. Somehow, she was glad that his eyes were pitch-black, unlike the person that she knew.
“Really, thank you for what you did earlier.”
“It’s a human thing to do, Jane. Anyone who sees a person that’s in need of help will do the same.
“You’re right. Still, thank you.”
Jane was in the nearest mall earlier today. She shopped for her personal needs when she came across an accident. She was about to be mugged in a broad daylight.
Initially, she panicked. She was about to give her purse and everything that she bought when she was rescued.
Her assaulter left when he received a
