Carnival

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.

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