• Fond Of Themselves

A sharp hiss sounded as the bus drove away, leaving Ethan and Kayla by the bus stop. They shared a look before he spoke. “So, where to?” He asked, sweeping his gaze around in search. It was still a bit sunny so he had to shield his eyes with his cupped palms.

“I think we have to find somewhere to stay and then go to the hospital later, since the police station is a no no.”

She began trudging forward and he instinctively followed her lead. “Are we going to stay in a hotel or something?” He questioned.

A sarcastic laugh escaped her throat and he arched Dan eyebrow, wondering what it was that she found amusing.

“The money that my father gave me wouldn't last in a hostel, there's an affordable inn I know, my mum goes there all the time whenever she comes to the city to sell her produce.”

They were still standing by the bus stop when a heavy wind blew past them, causing their clothes to bellow. Kayla held on to her skirt to prevent it from raising up.

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