Hello, this is a short chapter, but necessary. It will become more interesting I promise.


Just like everyday beforehand, Luka was walking towards her favorite bench, coffee in hand (though this time she actually purchased it like a Good Samaritan). She was having a pretty okay day so far, that was until she noticed someone sitting on her bench. A man with a hood, intently playing a handheld videogame.

"You're sitting in my spot" she said impatiently to the hooded man on her bench.

"I believe the bench is public property," he responded without looking away from his game.

"Yeah, but the bench is big, and you are sitting in my spot."

"If you desire this spot so badly, you may sit here," he gestured toward his lap, still not averting his gaze from his game.

Luka shook her head and plucked the device from his gloved hands, "Hooded perverts deserve to be shot."

By now people were gathering around the bench. It wasn't often someone ignored Luka, every person who had before was now unable to make children. The crowd of spectators was just interested in seeing in what way Luka would disable the poor sap.

Having his console snatched away mid game made the hooded stranger finally look at the woman confronting him. He couldn't help but crack a smile when he saw who it was.

"I think it's only fair that I continue to sit here," he said while smiling at her.

"Oh, and why's that?"

"It's just lately I have been rather unlucky, for example yesterday, I was just sitting in the coffee shop minding my own business, when someone stole my coffee," he explained in a sing-song voice.

For whatever reason this made Luka smile, "Not my problem," she replied giggling slightly.

Suddenly, and abruptly, the man stood up and sprinted away, leaving a surprised Luka with a videogame console that did not belong to her. She decided to pocket it, and give it back to the man with the hood if she ever saw him again. But first she would have a little fun. She looked at the device only to learn that there was no game in it. "Creep," she thought. Reflecting on the recent events, she realized that he was also wearing tinted goggles, making it impossible to recognize his face. "Definite creep."