I narrowed my eyes, looking at the road where we were expecting the bandits to come from. I held two daggers in my hand, ready to strike, when a young girl walked out of the forest carrying a basket of oranges. She flipped her hair backward and was about to move forward when she tripped and fell, spilling her oranges on the dirty floor.
"Oh no!" she muttered, grabbing the basket and starting to pick up the oranges from the floor in a hurry.
"Mom is going to kill me," she whined."Ignore her, she is not the reason we are here. Let’s watch and—" I couldn't finish my speech because Oscar had left, and I saw him next to the girl, he was helping her pick up the oranges. At first, she was afraid of him, but he assured her he wasn’t a bandit and took off his mask for her to believe him. Oscar’s
