I’ve got my hands shoved into the pockets of my jeans as if I were some male model. Thumbs hanging out, powerful stride, and chin held up high. Which means I probably should’ve seen the body that crashed into me in advance. It was like I blinked and suddenly, “Ow.” Hit right in the shoulder by some dumbass.
The boy stumbled away from me and cursed. As he tried to recover and get his footing back the wind blew through his stark-black hair. Then I blinked again and he was running with his long black coat fluttering behind him.
I’d think I was imagining things but it seems like I wasn’t the only one who saw him. Based on the sirens and flashing lights. Probably not some weird midnight fever dream then.