Malek took a fresh breath of the wonderful Saturday air as he sat down on one of the downtown benches. The weekends let him have some great personal time and he got most things done during the weekends. Ah Saturday. What could go wrong on Saturday?" Sadly, anything and everything could go wrong during a nice Saturday afternoon. Still it was days like this that made him forget of his past, present, or future. It made him appreciate the life around him, he was grateful to be alive. Malek smiled and waved at the people that passed him, loving every second he was on Manta Carlos.
@Ghost (Sorry for such a short starting post)
@Ghost (Sorry for such a short starting post)