Story Spinner: Option 2

The long scar just below his left eye was enough to tell that this guy was trouble. But as he walked past me at the airport, in his ragged black clothes, I could tell by the look in his eye he did not like me at all. The way he squinted at me was enough to tell that he was looking for a fight.
With a stroke of immaturity, he came up to me and pushed me in the chest waiting for me to respond back. His breath smelled like onions as he roared in my face "do somethin', ill knock you out!" By this time, people began to crowd around and watch.
I was ready to crack, I was tired of him wailing in my face but for some reason I held my composure. I had a plane to catch and I had no time to get arrested. Still carrying my credentials in my hand to pass through the security checkpoint, I walked off. Behind me, he shouted something vulgar into the air and then I remembered, that was my ex-girlfriend's brother!