The attack.
After hearing the gunshot, he looked at me with his usual emotionless face while taking my hand in his before running out of the shop.
"I didn't pay for this dress" he looks at me with a disbelief look. Did I say something wrong?
"Are you serious Harper, we're in grave danger, and you're concerned about this dress? I can't believe you," he said, shaking his head before tugging me along with him.
"But..." he didn't let me say anything as he clamped his hand over my lips and took me to the secluded spot. We huddled behind the wall and looked through the wall. There were two muscular men with guns. I'm glad his hand was over my lips, since I would have yelled in terror otherwise. It seemed as though they were looking for something or someone. I was so engrossed in my though
