The traffic light just turned into red.
Hey! Be careful! It’s red light!” A man cached my hand suddenly.
“Oh, thanks.” I said.
“Are you okay?” He asked.
“ I’m fine.” I said with a poker face.
The traffic turned into green light again.
“Hi, I’m John. Do you need help? You look not good.” He kept talking behind me.
“Noisy” I said.
“Um, sorry, what?” He seems like be scared.
I liked his face when he heard what I said.
It’s such expressive.
I could see the crow’s feet are dancing when the eyebrows were raised.
How’s an amazing carnival of wrinkles.