In the middle of the commotion, Sam felt somebody clashed hard on her shoulder, knocking her bag off her arm again. She looked briefly and saw, as though in slow motion, that somebody; it was one of the tall young men. He had brownish-red hair hidden under a hooded jacket; he had long nose, small lips and fair complexion with a little hint of tan. He looked a bit Western.

His face was shortly turned to Sam as he picked up something on the floor. She could not see his eyes because he was wearing dark sunglasses.

“Mianhe”, he said in a slightly deep voice, and in a matter of two seconds Sam saw the corner of his lips give a tiny smirk, before a couple of security men shoved her out of the way leading the tall boy back to his group, and still trying to fend off the media people who continued to follow the throng of the 6 boys.