Des looked confused for a moment before she asked, “How did you know it was Petite’s?”
“How could I not?” I faced her then, surprised that she hadn’t noticed it when we were up there. “It was that beloved comic strip bag she got at comic con a few years back.” I instantly recalled Penn proudly boasting about the amazing bag she got around the time when I first met her. She grinned like crazy whenever she talked about it. I felt a bit embarrassed as I added, “I’d never forget what it looks like.”
For some reason, I couldn’t look him in the eyes as I nodded, agreeing completely. “Yes, I think so too, but still, Aryan, he’s just a child. And we are basically strangers. Maybe he needs more time to open up to us.”
He scrunched his mouth to the side. “Yeah. Maybe. Or maybe we should get the hell out of here before something worse than two bullies come along.”