The anger was palpable, and if feeling it was synonym to power, I would be capable of anything at that moment.

"I'm sorry, are you okay?" The old man asked, after picking up his glasses from the floor.

What? I thought, and probably showed the same surprise on my face. "Are you okay?" I asked, more embarrassed than concerned.

I bumped into the old man, and he excused?

"I'm okay, I should have noticed you coming so quick," the old man said with a smile,...