“You’re slowing us down, Fiona,” Adrian told me as I walked along beside the carriage at a snail’s pace. “Get in the carriage.” He told me and I looked at him, shocked. There was no way that carriage would be able to hold me and a bunch of other groceries. I shook my head.
“No. That’s reckless and dangerous.” I said, smiling at my own words. Without another thought, I began pushing aside the objects in the carriage and sitting myself into the metal cart without help from Adrian.
Instead of going at the speed Adrian was going before, he decided to speed it up, racing quickly between the isles. He was dodging old ladies and small toddlers. He was singing the cops theme song.
“BAD BOYS! BAD BOYS! WHATCHA GONNA DO! WHATCHA GONNA DO WHEN THEY COME FOR YOU?” He sang loudly, earning attenti
