“What’s happening?” My arms shoot out in self-defense as I lean away from the clearly unhinged man in front of me. “You.” He squeaks out and puts his hands up in front of his mouth to rest on his chin like a little kid. “Me? I’m failing to see the point.” Tapping my booted foot on the ground I watch him continue to flail in confusion. “You. Called. Me. Zav.” A girly sounding teehee comes out of his mouth and I roll my eyes.
