Someone walked straight into me and I stumbled back, only to bump into someone else, they shoved me, pushing me right in front of someone else, someone who almost tripped me over. This game of tousle the young witch went on for a second longer before I was yanked into an alley, pulling me away from the busy street.
This wasn't where I had intended to go. This didn't even look like where I had intended to go. I looked around the alley, there was a dumpster in front of me, and a strange sound coming from it, I didn't wish to investigate. The ally was littered and it stunk like year old rotten yogurt. This couldn't be Alon. I turned my head to my left to meet the eyes of the person who'd saved me. My eyes landed on Malek. They landed on his pale blue eyes. Pale blue eyes? I thought...