War with el dorado

It was mid-morning, and it took the bus traveling from New York to Pennsylvania eight hours to stop at the bus stop in Pittsburgh. Mr Smith tapped his daughter who had been sleeping after so much crying all through the night of the journey. Hazel yawned stretching her hands, Her eyes were quite swollen, and she helped her father arrange his wheelchair and help him sit, they had no bag on them, nothing valuable except the money Maria gave her.

Hazel gently rode her father to the stairs of the bus as she was about to go down and gently ride him down the stairs, a tall-looking blonde-haired guy stopped her, his fine smile and the charm of his cute hazel eyes made Hazel frown.

“Don’t worry, let me do it” his fine voice said for Hazel to quickly object.

“No.. we are fine,” she said stopping him as she gently rode her father out of the bus.

“I just wanted to…

“No offense, we are good,” she said and rode her father to the shade of the tree a few feet away from them.

The guy kept on smiling a