“I’m, uh, looking for this antique shop. It’s…on this street, perhaps you might know where it is?” Luce inquired, pointing at an address on a slip of paper. She suddenly realized that the person she was talking to was a child, which brought her to asking where her parents were.
“Also, where are your parents? You seem a bit young to be out on your own,” Luce observed with a concerned look on her face. “Do they know you’re here?”
The child’s aquamarine hues flicked to the paper, as she read the address, in an attempt of remembering a shop that corresponded to that description. Because of that, the response to the following question was voiced almost without a further thought.
“No” Only an instant later her mind analyzed her own assertion, thus realizing it might be completely misunderstood.
“I mean yes! ...I mean- They know I’m around here, they just don’t know where exactly...!”










