Looking up at the cloudy June sky, Daimian sat on the edge of a musty building downtown in his suit. Overlooking the thinly-packed streets, he rubbed his goggled eyes. "Not really a good day for patrol, is it," he asked himself, looking back up at the darkening clouds. Peering back down, he noticed a truck handing out food from the road below before holding his stomach. "Well, I guess I'm a bit hungry..."

   Sliding down the alleyway, Daimian looked over to see if anyone was watching him. When he couldn't see anyone, he stuffed his suit into his backpack and shoved everything near a dumpster. "To think phonebooths used to be everywhere." He poked his head out and stepped into the muggy street, getting closer to the vendor.

   As he approached the truck, an older woman left with a taco in her hand, stuffing a bit of it in her mouth as she moved across the sidewalk. As she walked, her leather wallet fell from her back pocket. Daimian noticed and picked it up from the sidewalk. The wallet seemed to have hundreds of dollars worth of bills inside, causing him to panic. The woman was walking further away and the clouds overhead were starting to drip rain. Daimian bit his lip as the massive door on the truck started to close.

   "Shit."

   Daimian looked back at the wallet in his hand and gripped it tightly, pointing his head to the sky and clenching his neck. Before the older woman could get across the street, he yelled out to her. "Excuse me, ma'am, is this your wallet?"

   The older woman turned around a moment and looked at the wallet in Daimian's hand. "Is it," she asked.

   Daimian pulled his head back a bit and looked at it confused. "I- I would think it it," he stuttered. "I saw it drop from your back pocket."

   "But is it mine?"

   Daimian lowered his eyelids as he heard the comment. "Hold on, lemme-" He shuffled through the wallet to get the drivers liscence from a clear pocket. "Is your name Rodre- wait, wh-" Daimian looked at the card to see a man with a massive mustache in the picture with a plain expression. He held the picture up to the woman's face and looked it over. The woman started to slightly sweat, turning her head as if someone was watching her.

   "Are y- you talking to me, young man?" The woman adjusted the collar of her shirt slightly as Daimian looked harder at the picture. He noticed that she was dressed very light, only with a tank top and track shorts, her faded red hair sitting on her shoulders. "Actually, that's right, I remember!" She quickly came up and snatched the wallet from Daimian's hands and stuffed it back in her pocket. "I was holding onto that for a friend. He should be at his house now, I was just planning to run over there."

   As the woman turned away, Daimian looked back at the taco vendor to see the man closing the truck. He looked near identacle to the person in the picture. As he turned back, he noticed the woman was walking further away down the street. He looked up as the rain started to pour down before running up behind her and snatching the wallet without her noticing. Before the truck could get out of park, Daimian ran up to the driver's door and gasped for air.

   "Are you," Daimian coughed a bit, "Is this wallet yours?" He opened the the leather pocket to reveal the driver's liscense inside matching the man's face.

   "Oh hey, thanks," the man grabbed the now wet wallet from Daimian's hands. "Ah, I've been lookin' everywhere for this, how'd you find it?"

   "Let's just say that seduction... might be getting... harder to ignore..." Daimian trailed off his sentence as he looked on confused before tilting his head back up with tired eyes. "Now, I was wondering. Could I get a taco, please?"

   The man shrugged. "Sorry, kid. Store's closed." He started to pull away a bit before shouting back at Daimian. "We should be back tomorrow."

   Daimian watched in the flowing rain as the truck rolled through downtown. He scowled down at his stomach. "This is all your fault."