"I swear. One more blind date and I will..."
Ben's mouth flatlined as he read the text, glancing up periodically as he crossed the street. Amanda was truly a socialite. Part of him regretted ever handing over his phone number, he have asked for twenty bucks instead of a dinner date- she might have left him alone then.
He kept one eye on the people around them, trusting them to know when to cross. This wasn't some backwater, there was order here. People crossed the street like sheep- a deaf guy did fine as long as he paid close attention to the crowd. Ben sighed as the group started to move, pocketing his phone and scanning the group boredom as he crossed. Random man in tights wrestling a bear and emitting more smoke than four semi's? Check. Random old lady seeking to cross street? Check. Random good Samaritan helping her? Check.
Welp, he wasn't needed here. All was well with the world, and this particular street crossing... until a random business man attempted to nail the Samaritan in the face. Racist, definitely. She might have deserved it too- though he got a different feeling when a clone of said businessman shoved past him, and another came at her from the other side. "Hey there buddy, hold on!"
Ben grabbed for the guy that passed him's sleeve, and got elbowed in the face for his troubles. Didn't hurt, or even tickle. Still. Rude.
"Dang. Nosebreaker much?" He lunged and tried to drag the jerk back by the collar of his jacket.