Infamous Thomas
The abrupt guffaw nearly jarred Mary. Slowly gazing toward the side, she found a young man crouched behind crates, writhing in mirth.
“You alrigh’ ‘ere son?”
Thomas almost didn’t notice Mary at all, until she spoke up. He gasped, quickly turning around to face the person sitting up above him. “Oh!” his face broke out into a smile, as he rose to his feet. “Yae scared me, miss, I thought yae were a guard or somethin!”
“No, mate. Ah am far from tat.” She smirked down at him, quickly flickering her eyes up looking toward the patrolling guard then towards the boy.. “Gettin’ yerself in trouble, now?"