The Bustling City
"Boo!"
–He was jolted awake, wide-eyed, as he was met face-to-face with the crimson-haired girl he was riding along with. All he could do was sigh as he sat up, rubbing his head as he fixed his hair.
"Aw, you're no fun. I was expecting a better reaction," Cynthia pouted, folding her arms over her chest.
Jett glanced to the back of the carriage, seeing the bright, warm dawn that permeated over the valley, "Yeah, well, how about you don't scare me awake?"
"Fine, fine–maybe," Cynthia playfully said.
As he let out a quiet sigh, he reached over to the bag beside him, sliding his hand in before pulling out two loaves of bread. One was tossed over to Cynthia, who caught it before looking over at the youthful man.
"Thanks," she said.
He tore his loaf of fluffy bread in half, nodding, "Mhm."
"Hey, there's something I want to ask you," Cynthia said, looking over at him.