They found themselves in the middle of the main road, in the heart of Desiderium. A car whizzed past them. The wind from the momentum blew past Dragomir’s face. He had immediately shielded Serafina from harm, locking her in an embrace.
Once they were on the sidewalk, Rafina wriggled out of his grasp. He raised both hands, palms towards her as if to say that he did not mean anything by it. She just glared at him, unhappily considering how she was still wearing her short pants and coverall.
“I thought he said that he would make sure we were ready for each journey,” she complained.
“I guess you are ready enough in that,” Dragomir said, sighing heavily, dusting off imaginary debris from his Hawaiian shirt. He did not look too happy in his attire, either. “I look like one of those useless
