You wondered through the busy market ; browsing through the assortment of fabrics, fruits and trinkets as you weaved around people and small carts. The sun was resting on the horizon casting a golden glow upon the capital. You walked through continuing down the dusty roads at a leisurely pace, birds flew over your head chirping; you come across a wooden stall housing breads and other baked goods. A few hungry children loitered around as if they were expecting scraps. A man with dark curly hair slide a piece of bread to the children and they ran off with a smile. You decided to take one too hoping to feed anyone else who needed it. He began to walk away too and you follow him - bad idea. The stall owner was already shouting and beginning to run after the both of you. The man turns around hearing the sudden yells from the stall owner, in doing so he notices you behind him holding a loaf of bread, he sighs, grabbing your hand and pulls you along with him as you both run. Weaving through people and dashing between random allyways.