C3 FLAT TYRE

On her way to the hostel, she started feeling the imbalance of the car as one of the tyres began deflating. She wondered what had happened so she switched on the caution light and parked by the side of the road.

She was trying to remember what could go wrong when she suddenly recalled something, those kids. Yes those kids she saw on the walkway laughing and looking at her eagerly while she was entering her car. It seems they were all looking for a good show to watch and laugh about embarrassing someone else.

She came down from the car frowning heavily as she saw that the three young boys had followed her to see when their destructive plan will work out.

She approached them as she calmed her raging heart,

"Why did you do that to my car? I know it's you so don't try to buy me over and make a fool of out of me with lies," she quickly added.

"Oh that...," their voices trailed off as they continued in their boisterous laughter.

"I think your parents need to know about this," she told them.

"Oh and you think they'll believe you?," one of them looked at her amusedly like she was speaking Japanese.

"My parents will obviously believe me over you, a stranger," another said putting on airs.

"I have evidence. I've got the video of what you did to my car and that's what am going to show your parents. How did I know that you kids were the ones who deflated my tires? I have the video. Easy! After all, what parent will believe that their child could actually cause such damages to other's properties," she smirked.

"What if this stranger you talk about is able to...,"

"Stop it. Please stop it. I beg you please don't tell my parents I beg you," that same one began begging her. It was clear that he was lying when he said all that. What was left now was a pitiful young child pleading for mercy, "My name's Ray and this is my friend Richard. Please forgive us." He knew that if he's parents find out about this incident, he was dead meat.

Camille noticed they were only two left and the other ran away. She didn't want to chase that one as it would make her seem immature and give an escape route to the remaining two.

"Okay fine go now," Camille shooed them away. Although her car was damaged and it was their fault, she couldn't help but feel a little guilty for using false claims to make them apologize. Exactly, there was no evidence whatsoever. She just made it up to make the boys own up and it worked. But they begged her and got away with it. How soft could her heart become anymore? She sighed and frustratedly returned back to her own car. Where could she find a vulcanizer to pump her tyres?

He looked at her meaningfully as she sealed with those boys and he heard her every words. She really had her way but he really couldn't get a better view of her.

"Sir," the subordinate by name Mark seated beside the driver asked,

"May we help the lady, you've been staring at her since."

He nodded and they pulled over behind her. Mark came down and walked to Camille. He was on black all through, black polo, black trousers, black canvas and his shirt had some kind of badge she didn't even bother reading thinking he was some sort of agent.

"Uh..good day. How may I help you Sir?" Camille asked while looking at the man.

'Was this the guy they were talking about?' Camille thought.

Mark looked very good looking but not as exaggerated as they were saying to the extent of being scared if him disappearing.

Mark noticed she was accessing him quizzically and curiously so he decided to answer the 'questions' he 'thought' she was going to ask.

"My Sir has asked us to help you out since you seemed out of moves," Mark answered boldly at what he thought would be her question.

He watched from inside the car and decided to come out seeing she was thinking of something.

And then Camille's eyes almost turned into saucers,

'Oh my God this must be the guy.' It is well deserving and worth it to say he was a god that descended from the heavens at that moment.

Wait, what was the formula of moment in physics?

Force×distance right? It seems there was an invisible force pushing her to cover the distance between them.