Piggyback

With intertwined hands, Caspian and Anna ran out of the market, escaping the children and the other people who’d surrounded them. Once they got to a safe point, they stopped.

Anna heaved rapidly, trying to catch her breath, her hands hitting her chest slowly. “Oh my,” she let out. “That was hectic. Jeez.”

Her head tilted upward to look at the man who didn’t show any sign of tiredness like her. His hands were buried in his pocket, his gaze fixated on her. “Why are you staring at me like that?” She snapped. He stared at her like a mother hen waiting to scold her chicks.

“You know this is your fault, right?”

“My fault? How?”

“Coming to the market this late and attracting the kids to us. If you hadn’t passed a hundred dollars to that child, we wouldn’t have to take off like we did just now.”

“I dropped her sweets.”

“And you couldn’t pay for the sweets you wanted or simply let her go?”

She rolled her eyes, bringing her hand to her waist. “How can you be so cruel to a child? That was ju