The Irony

Brian turned, only to see many thugs approaching them with different dangerous objects for fighting. "F*ck," he mumbled and looked at Pink, then shrugged his shoulders. "If we can't run, we negotiate. If it fails, we fight… Do you know how to defend yourself?" Brian didn't know why he was so nice to this lady. 

He was angry when he left home, but now, he found solace around this stranger. 

"I do know how to throw a punch and a kick, but I doubt it'd do any harm," hearing that, Brian laughed out loud. His laugh was contagious, so Pink joined him in the laughter.

That was what the thugs met when they got closer. The leader who was in front thundered with an intimidating tone. "This is my territory, put down whatever you have on you and leave!" 

"We were just passing by. We didn't intend to sleep over," Brian tried to reason. 

"It doesn't matter, fine boy! Leave your bikes, phones, money, jewelry, clothes, and shoes!"