Ridin' through this world all alone

“I don’t think i said anything mate, you’re hearing things.” He smiled, looking back over at people enjoying themselves at the festival. “You here to enjoy the festivities?” 

x

Shoving his hands into his jean pockets, Enz shrugged. Music had changed a lot over the past decade and he still hadn’t gotten used to it. Even the little bit he’d been exposed to in the box. “It’s alright”, he told the man, trying his best to be cordial and assimilate. “Not really my kinda music though.”

“I said, ‘scuse me, sweetie.” Birdie said, having been a little in her own head too. She gave him a quick look over. “Don’t think I’ve seen you around. You in from out of town for the festival?” She asked, intrigued by the rough looking man.

x

His eyes widened in disbelief. It had been quite a few years since he was free to walk the streets of Maple Creek but little towns like this rarely forgot faces, especially ones tied to such reputations. “Nah”, he said shaking his head gently, still taken aback by the woman’s kindness. “I just got ou-”, he stopped to recalculate his answer. “Got here.”

“Aaron! A?—” he shouted to no avail until he turned his whole body to the passing man he swore he knew from some part of life, a little ticked it wasn’t an instant recognition on the others end,  “Hey—guy! Hey, you…”  Until he actually turned around, “Oh, uh…Aaron?” turns out he couldn’t actually remember what Aaron looked like either. 

x

Cocking his brow, the man took a step back from the other. Aw man, Enzo thought. I just got out. Please don’t start shit with me. “Nah”, he said balling his fists in preparation for anything. “Wrong guy.”

This really wasn’t Mariah’s scene, but she was trying to go outside of her box. She needed to be a better person for her daughter and going outside of her box was going to help her. She enjoyed music, but mostly in her house dancing with her daughter or as she watched the skies at night. But this was going to be good. This was going to help her grow.

She wasn’t ready to attempt the large crowd yet so she walked around the outskirts looking around before she couldn’t move anymore. She tried but she kept getting yanked back lightly. Looking up, she saw that her shirt was caught on a guy’s zipper. “We’re…umm..caught…my shirt, your zipper. I’m sorry.” she said a bit awkwardly trying to lightly pull her shirt away from the zipper of his vest.

x

Enzo couldn’t help but look the woman up and down. It wasn’t intended to be sexual, it was simply because he was caught off guard by how close she got to him. Having been locked up, it wasn’t a positive thing if anyone got in his bubble. Frankly she was lucky to not get shoved. Though as rough around the edges as he was Enz still had a code, sure he’d mess up any man big or small but you didn’t lay a hand on women and children. “Sorry”, he mumbled reaching down and setting the woman free.