“No big deal,” said Damien. “I do it all the time. My Grandpa taught me that trick when I was kid.”
Damien’s friend admired the bloom of the cherry blossoms as Damien’s head turned slightly with his treacherous eye. Soon the target of his gaze fell backward into a heap of trash, unconscious and lost to the world.
Damien smiled slyly, “That guy reminded me of someone I didn’t like,” and then agreed with his friend that the cherry blossoms were indeed beautiful.