The emblem

Maga

“Ashton, slow down! My feet are killing me.” I whined while trying to keep pace with him at the same time too.

“Wait, I think I have an idea for that,” Ashton said and abruptly stopped in the middle of the path, and since I was not paying heed to what he said, I crashed on his back, and when I was about to fall two strong arms wrapped themselves around my waist and hoisted me up.

“Thank you.” I breathed out while tightly clutching his arms so that I don't land on the floor.

“There is no need to thank me, gatita. I will always catch you.” Ashton said, which brought a giggle from me because of how horrible that sounded.

“Ashton, that was the worst pick-up line I have heard so far,” I replied, and immediately his smile turned upside down.

“Seriously, Scar! Why can't you allow me to be romantic at least once?” Ashton asked me while I straighten myself and stepped a few feet away from him.

“Because you and romantic don't go along much,” I said.