"I am going to kill that motherfucker!" was all that was running through Guy's head over and over again all the way to the shop. Of course that was in between the times he was trying to right himself after nearly being knocked over by a careless passerby.
Not that Giu had ever been necessarily tall or way taller than the average but he couldn't even remember being this small at any point in his life. It made things exponentially more frustrating.
Instead of the normal admiring stares and flirting gazes, he was getting more stares of incredulousness and gazes of amusement. He could barely stand to look up into the eyes of those around him and keeping his vision focused straight in front of him helped to save himself some degree of the embarassment. His line of site kept him from doing that anyway.
The walk itself wasn't too long, only 3 blocks, but to Guy it seemed like a 10 mile hike. His young face flushed red with an intense anger, he marched along, his tender bare feet getting scraped up.
As Guy turned the corner into Chinatown, the shop just around the corner, he felt an intense pain in his foot.
"SHIT! OWWWWW FUCK ME!" he screamed loudly in his embarassingly high-pitched voice. Balancing against the brick wall to his right, Guy lifted his throbbing foot to take a look. A large glass shard was sticking out of it, blood running off the sides. Gritting his teeth and creating an unintelligible sound of pain, he pulled the piece of glass out from the sole of his foot.
Pissed that someone would leave broken glass on the street, Guy looked around to see if the offender was in sight. What he saw nearly made him faint. All around him was a crowd of neighborhood folks along with a bevy of police and firefighters as well as local news organizations. Most of them were staring in his direction.
Darting his eyes around, the world seemed to move in slow motion. THe crowd had been mostly silenced by his loud arrival. Guy, however picked up bits and pieces of the conversations of those around him.
"...We estimated the fire started around midnight..."
"...No, not ruling out arson at this time..."
"...we haven't been able to locate the shop owner..."
"....recovery of one body yet to be identified..."
"...I'll tell you who did it, that damn gang of hoodlums...."
All eyes were on Guy, many of them with a suspicious connotation. Feeling as if he were in a sort of time lapse movie, he turned his head to see the broken windows and smoldering burnt out shell of a store where he had begun his unfortunate series of events yesterday with Mr. Yuan.