I put down my book and looked out at the people passing me by. A young woman with strong shoulders draped in black cotton pressured the younger man beside her with her step, hands and clipped tone. He shook long locks of blond hair, feeling the warm summer breeze rush over his handsome face, consciously ignoring his companion’s commands. A small boy chased a small red ball rolling behind them. A heavy grandmother shifted her weight, trembled slightly and called after her energetic charge. The sunlight sparkled off a parked car’s chrome.

Lord Malinov, Journals of Lord Malinov