[color=808080]
[center][img]https://i.ibb.co/h1MHKpH/cooltext438306247782866.png[/img][/center]
[hr]
[i]Children are terrifying…[/i] the man continued to think while dusting himself off and reorganizing all of his items. The woman would be more correct to assume that he freaked out because he was being touched than anything else. It wasn’t like he was ready to fight a girl. There were steps before he would fight a girl though if she was in the lifestyle business he is in… that’s free game. That wasn’t an average situation though. 

Huffing in almost a humorous way, “[color=add8e6]Ve have verrry differrrent opinions of zis girrrl,[/color]” His words were almost a mumble as he began to reintroduce his suit jacket onto him. Moxi was clearly trying to be nice and not call the random and confusing girl anything mean though the tone of his voice probably exposed how he felt. The suit jacket fully being on and moving his shoulders in it before relaxing completely. He felt a little more comfortable than he did a minute or two ago. 

“[color=add8e6][i]Da, you should…[/i][/color]” The man mumbled these words while glancing over to a random spot somewhere on the sidewalk before his eyes returned to the blonde-haired woman. Still, he found it strange why she walked up to him. Did she want a smoke? Maybe she thought he was someone else and that offended him. He didn’t look like anyone in this forsaken community. If she mistook him for someone else, he will never talk to her again. 

[i]I’m Ana, by the way,[/i] raising a brow in disbelief. Do women not understand when a guy doesn’t want to be talked to? Are they that oblivious? I hate people… The thoughts processed through his mind before he sighed and decided that he would attempt to be social and friendly when she asked for his name, “[color=add8e6]Moxi,[/color]” He almost sounded like he was defeated when it came to the situation of being introduced to the woman. It was better than that icy cold tone and his hands slid into his pant pockets. 

“[color=add8e6]Do you enjoy games?[/color]” The man continued to talk to Ana and his voice seemed to be a little brighter than his introduction while he glanced over to the cornhole game. He just wanted to play cornhole. Maybe she will play it with him. He didn’t know that it was called cornhole or how any of the points were calculated. Were there points? He had no clue. 
[hr]
[b]Location[/b] Near the cornhole game 
[b]Time[/b] Festival  
[b]Mood[/b] Settling down 
[b]Interactions[/b]  [@The Muse]
[/color]