Is There Anyone?

It has been a time, I never met St.Maryone garden or better known as a park. Sometimes you can say a love hub for me.This magical tale started before my MBA course.

I was just sitting in the same garden with sipping a cup of nice and warm coffee when suddenly a man steals my bag and runs from me.I got shocked and screamed for help by pointing my index fingers toward him. He heard me shrieking and got more energy to run.However at last he was somehow catched by the Sheriff.

I was a bit relieved and rushed to the thief and Sheriff. When I saw his face of the robber, he has a chocolate boy with a scar on his forehead which gave him a dashing and hot look. But seeing his tattered clothes makes me feel that he is a poor guy who does steal to survive in this world. I felt pity on him and requested the police officer to leave him. He first stared at me and then I told him to keep the bag.After hearing, he neither thanked me or gave me a kind expression. The only thing he did was he turned back and hurried.

The next Day, I got his address from his friend and reached at his door. The house looked good as if it was owned by a high profile man. I ignored it and knocked at his door two times and kept saying "Is anybody there?"