Benny’s POV
Eralia perks up, reaching for the door again, ‘oh, yes, I’ll just get out then and go meet them, you can go now . . .’
I growl loudly, stilling her movements, ‘we’ll wait here for them to come out, and then you’ll open the window and call them over. They can climb in the back, and I’ll take you all home, safe and warm.’
‘You are not driving us . .’ Eralia starts hotly.
‘I will take you home, Safe. And. Warm’ I repeat, enunciating each word as I glare back at her.
We stare at each other stubbornly until the bakery assistant finally realises she can’t win, slumping back into the seat with an angry huff.
I glance out of the windscreen, the sidewalk now has various parents huddled under umbrellas as they try to shield themselves from the wind, waiting for the doors to open. A
