BLACK TIGER
I pat his back, “Please get her safely. She must be
exhausted after all that her heart suffered today.” I sigh and stare at her sadly.
I head outside and find the Black Tiger smoking his cigarette peacefully, his back against the car door. I frown and approach him, he looks so good in his luxurious suit but the cancer stick he’s smoking ruins the classy image. I stand in front of him and pull the cigarette from his fingers, “This thing will do you no good.”
Tiger sends me a death glare, “Who gave you the right?” he asks.