#Chapter 120- Souvenirs

Fiona “Oh, my gosh! Look, Ethan,” I call, pointing down the little road to the grouping of stalls that line up along a boarded off street. It looks like some sort of market where people can sell things as vendors. “Do you want to check it out?” He asks, turning toward the street. Nodding, I try to go over there, but Ethan holds me back, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me to his chest. A car speeds by, closely riding the curb we’re standing on. I hadn’t seen the car, and if I’d taken one step off the curb, I would’ve been hit. “Thanks,” I mumble as Ethan growls at the retreating car. For a second, I think he may go after it, but then he turns his attention back to me, secures my hand in his, and then looks around. When we know there are no cars coming, we cross the road to the street vendors. There have to be at least twenty stalls lined up and down the street, with some on the left and some on the right. People shout and greet us as we walk by, and we stop at the fi