Chapter 2
Hiro and Cheena arrived at the fair around six in the evening. As the relentless sun started to recede beneath the horizon, Hiro tugged at his shirt collar. Cheena smartly slapped his hand away.
"Stop that. You're going to get it filthy." She huffed.
"Well if it wasn't so tight, and it's still so hot…" he protested. After a few more halfhearted insults, the issue was dropped. "Miss Cheena! Miss Cheena!" A young ishballan girl tugged at Cheena's shirt. She offered up a small bouquet of desert grass and weeds. "It's lovely, Mina. Thank you!" She ruffled the girl's hair and tucked the grasses into her pocket book.
"And you say I'm soft." Hiro snickered.
"Shut up." Cheena said sharply and punched him in the face.
"You're red as a cherry!" He pushed, although her fist has still sunk deep into his cheek. He fell onto the sand.
"That's it!" she said and began stomping on him. Several laughing children, who had seen all this before, ran around the pair in circles, placing various bets. Cheena and Hiro were laughing too. This was truly a night to be remembered.