Owen shoves his face in front of the
chain, blocking my view. “Whoa.” With a frustrated sigh, I push Owen with as
much force as I can muster and manage to make him take a step to the side so I can
see again. “Where did you find something like this, Isabella?” Owen asks,
talking to her as if they were old friends.
“All my rarest pieces are from a good
friend of mine who travels the world looking for trinkets like this. This specific
item is from a small village south of New City located in one of the hottest deserts
this world has to offer.” She smiles up at Owen, moving her smile to me when
she notices that I am the possible buyer.
“My father was from New City.” I say,
my eyes still on the necklace. “How much?” I glance up and meet her eyes. I am
uncharacteristically eager to buy this necklace. I don’t usually wear jewelry,
but there is something special about this piece that I have to have it.
After a bit of haggling, and a
significantly lighter coin purse, Owen and I walk away from the stall. I touch
the necklace that is now around my neck, resting lightly on my collar bone. Owen
is pouting beside me as we browse the rest of the stalls. I glance over at him,
“What’s wrong with you?”
“I didn’t find out where she is staying
while she’s in town.” He shoves his hands in his pockets and kicks the dirty
snow. My face scrunches up as I try to hide a smile and a snicker of laughter.
“You poor thing. Whatever are you to
do? And you were going to confess your love and everything! Such a shame. I
guess you’ll just have to wait until next month when the next sellers come and
hope that she’ll be there again!” I sigh dramatically and place my hands over
my heart. “Owen, you must go back! Confess your undying love before it’s too
late!” I smirk as he rolls his eyes at me.
“You’re a drama queen, Sia.” My eyes
widen as he attempts to hide a smile.
“I’m
the drama queen?! Owen! Seriously? You just met the girl, and she was using you to make a sale!”
“Yeah, well it didn’t work. I didn’t
buy anything, did I?” He gives me a look
of victory, which makes me laugh out loud, startling a nearby man at a stall.
Owen slaps a hand over my mouth and gives the man an apologetic look. I snicker
behind his hand. “Come on; let’s get out of here before you cause a scene.” He
cautiously removes his hand from my mouth, and then grabs my hand, leading me
down the nearest alleyway which heads out of the City Centre.
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