An Original, an Anchor and a child || {originalwanderer}
"Just stop complaining, okay? You broke my phone, it´s your duty now to help me choose a new one", Amara retorted with an irritated expression. "Be happy that I don´t punish you by taking a 5-hours-shopping tour", she added as they continued walking through the small town, sarcasm flowing from her voice. "I could use a new, nice pair of shoes."
How did he do it anyway? It wasn´t that easy breaking a mobile phone, right? All of a sudden, the brunette stopped. She noticed a girl, crying in the corner. Amara looked around, but she didn´t see anyone who could´ve been one of her parents. "Do you see what I see?", she asked, her gaze not leaving the girl.