Milo heard a chuckle. He looked at the stranger, someone who was older than he and Liam but still not old. A stranger with a brand new watch and, unmistakably, a variety of shopping bags that weren’t his.
“You must still be new to this if you sit here for twenty minutes without complaining,” he said.
Milo just stared at him, not being rude but not understanding what the other was getting at either.
“Listen, no matter how feisty the girl is, you can’t just let her do whatever she wants. I give mine fifteen minutes and we move to another shop,” the stranger said as if he was passing the wisdom not many have heard of.