...Emile pov…

I was walking through the park when I stumbled upon a popcorn stand. I decided to treat myself to a small bag of buttery, salty popcorn.

"Thank you." I said as I paid for the popcorn.

I sat near on the bench near a swing and savored the crunchy kernels, I felt a sense of contentment. I walked out of the park and continued down the street savoring each bite of my large bag of buttered popcorn.

Suddenly, I felt a sharp jolt, and my popcorn went flying into the air. I looked up to see a man standing in front of me, a sheepish expression on his...