Timothee, what?

You were walking quietly through the streets of New York, as always you were alone, and the truth is that you didn't care much since it was nighttime and it was the same routine as always, leaving work and going straight home, and so it was

But as you turned down a street, a boy passed by you, and was running as if his life depended on it, but you realized that he dropped his wallet the moment he ran into you, confused you grabbed it and started following him, until you found him hiding in a park full of trees, with a shy smile you approached him

_: Excuse me, I think this is your wallet, you dropped it when you turned onto Sixth Avenue and I came to give it to you.