The third point of view:
"I'm sorry for hurting you lady...?" Akim probed for her name, his brows arched questioningly at her.
"Anika," Was her reply, "Just call me Anika,"
"Sorry, lady Anika for the fact that I mistook you for a kidnapper. But if you don't mind me asking, what were you intending to do with my sister?" Akim interrogated, he was not a fool to lower his defenses that easily.
"What do you mean?" Anika sensed this wasn't an ordinary question.
"I met you dragging her that way which was further away from the square," He looked her in the eyes, "If you were truly looking for me in the square, why does it seem like you were pulling my sister far from it?"
She laughed to his surprise which made Akim's brows tightly knit together. Did he say something funny? Or was something on his face?
"For someone who just apologized, you still accuse me of the same crime?" she pointed out with mirth in her eyes.
