EIGHTY SEVEN: Ozai

Ozai the Street Urchin came across his next victim.

She was a pretty girl whose generosity led her to be too trusting.

His favorite kind of person.

'Hello there,' he said, striding up to her, confidence flowing from his dirty smile. 'Are you new around here?'

She looked him up and down, most likely digesting his dusty feet, ripped pants, and partially open shirt which displayed his pectoral muscles perfectly. 

'I'm afraid I took a wrong turn. Could you show me the way to the market square?'

'Anything for a damsel in distress,' Ozai replied, offering his arm as a guide.

The lady giggled. 'I never expected such gentlemanly conduct from someone…' 

She paused, choosing her next words carefully. 

'Someone so young,' she concluded.

Now it was Ozai's turn to laugh. 'Young, my lady? I'm nearing thirty.'