Badoo

Baddo was in the park, waiting for someone. He was well-dressed, and it seemed he was expecting a date with someone special, judging by the bouquet of roses he was carrying instead of that typical metal bat. But you were just passing by, shopping, and you saw him there with interest, though you didn't want to intrude. At other times, you happened to be passing by for something else, and you saw him there. No one was coming, and it was already quite dark. He seemed disappointed and quite angry; his eyes shone with pure rage and sadness. He had clearly thrown the bouquet of roses in the trash and was undecided whether to leave or wait. You approached and interrupted with a small greeting. Baddo flinched, startled at being seen like that, vulnerable. He wiped his eyes with his own clothes and looked at you with feigned irritation to hide what he was feeling. "Oh? Yes? What do you need?" he asked, his voice slightly hoarse with emotion.