Fifteen

I took out my phone and saw Jordan's message. He had sent me the man's picture who was going to pick me up today as I forgot to see it yesterday. I looked at the man's face through the broken screen of my phone. 

The man was simple, quite young, wearing a navy blue shirt but what caught my attention the most was the number of scars on his face. He had long hair tied in a small ponytail. 

" Ms. Evans. Boss has sent me here to pick you up. You don't have to worry. You will be safe with me." I heard a boy's voice and I looked up from my screen to my front. A young boy, maybe of age 19 or 20, was standing in front of me bowing a little with all those scars on his face, wearing a pale blue shirt and jeans.

" What is your name?" I asked him.

" Everyone calls me fifteen while we are working. My actual name is Levi." he answered, still his head bent a little.