#mails.

Not sure what he was talking about, the female turned around to find a man quickly turn around, pretending like he wasn’t paying attention. Feeling a little suspicious and now a big violated, she tilted her head to one side, her lips pursing together. “I’m sure it was nothing.” Trying to assure the male, she gave him a bright smile to show that she was indeed fine. It’s not the first time she was being filmed anyway. People liked to film her shows and maybe the man was simply a fan ( although he did look a little creepy ).

Upon hearing his words, she stopped in the middle of her track and turned back around. Giving the man an assuring smile she nodded. “Thanks, but you don’t have to worry. It may get pretty wild, but I don’t mind wild.” A playful laugh left her lips as she snapped her fingers, causing the pieces of paper she had in her hand to light on fire and become a beautiful, red rose. Kissing the red rose, she dropped it on the floor before her as if to mark her words. “Are you going to come watch me perform?”

Blinking her eyes slowly, she gave him her typical ‘what-are-you-saying’ look, shaking her head as a sigh left her lips. How she dealt with all these kids confused even her; she didn’t believe she had this much patience in her. However, they did provide a good laugh from time to time, and the young boy was a pretty good listener when it came to her problems. “Sweetheart, I don’t think that’s the case. I don’t think the world could handle another Bam Bam.” She looked up at him, giving him a somewhat sympathetic smile before patting his back. “But if you want to tell me about this so-called theory of your’s, I’m all ears.”

"But what other kind of food is there?" Looking up at the male with a confused face, she looked back down at the spicy rice cake in the cup, carefully sticking one on the toothpick given and delivering it to her own mouth. Street food was always a nice form of comfort food, and she was in the need of it at the moment. Who knew she’d run into a familiar face at some street vendor cart? "Actually, on second though, don’t answer that— I don’t think I want to hear a ridiculous answer or any answer." Scrunching up her nose, she shook her head slightly, thinking of all the ridiculous answers that could potentially leave the male’s mouth.

"Wait—" Grabbing out to grasp his wrist, the female bit down on her bottom lip for a moment before going through what she was about to say in her head. These weren’t words anybody could hear easily from the female, and she would never say them unless she thought she truly hurt somebody, and that seemed to be the case right now. A deep breath left her lips before she closed her eyes. "I’m sorry, okay?" Looking down at the floor, she played with the edge of her shirt before muttering out an apology. "I didn’t mean to call your superhero shirt stupid." 

Looking at the male with a confused expression, she followed his gaze to the creature in her arms before furrowing her eyebrows even more. “This?” Either this man had a hard time seeing or he was trying to be funny. Or maybe he just couldn’t see the animal properly. “It’s a bunny.” Holding up the furry creature, she brought it closer to him so he could have a better look. “Doesn’t look like a chicken to me at all.” The confusion was odd, and it was the first time anybody had asked if her rabbit was a chicken. Strange things happen everyday.

"Get caught?" A scoff left her throat before she pierced into the man’s eyes, staring at him intensely. "I never get caught, trust me." With a sly smile making its way across her face, she turned back around to the deed in front of her. The door was locked, of course, but she knew her way around these locks, and this was going to be a piece of cake. Within seconds, she could hear the door unlocking, and she quickly opened it up and made her way into the store. Not feeling a presence behind her, she turned back around to the male who seemed to be hesitant on stepping inside. “Are you going to come in or not?”