His Little Heir

Leon and his Side Peice

     "This wig is itchy."

     He turned to her. Daya's earthy hair had been hiding under a layer of stringy corn, and if he was honest, it was quite easy to say that blonde wasn't her color.

     Leon groaned, "If you complain about that stupid wig one more time I swear to God, Daya, security will kick us out themselves."

     "The museum can't kick me out for complaining," she quickened her pace in order to keep up with him, "That's your job."

     "Oh is it now?"

     He tugged on Daya's dangling hand, bringing her back to his waste. Leon took the other and criss crossed the two. Thus, pinning herself to him.

     He leaned down and brushed the wig away from Daya's ear, "Just know I can and will do my job quite well if you misbehave."

     Daya froze, only her lips moved in an attempt to sputter out a rebuttal; nothing came.

     Leon smirked and loosened his hold, "Three for three then?"

     "Oh shut up!" She fidgeted with her newly freed hands.

     "Fiesty are we? That's okay. Lucky for you, I find that quite sexy."

     "I find you quite idiodic."

     "Touche'."

     "Leon, what did you wanna show me here, anyway? I'm gonna have to sit down soon," she gestured to the nearby food court, "Maybe we can grab a table?"

     "Looks too crowded." he peered across the way, locking eyes with a woman just as a camera snapped.

     "LOOK ITS KING LEON AND... HIS SIDE PIECE?"

     Every head in the cafe area snapped in their direction. Cameras' flash soon teemed the dining hall in a shimmer's symphony, and then, running feet.

     "S*** I knew you should've sprung for the glasses." Daya grabbed his wrist, "I can't run. What do we-"

     "Get on my back."

     "What?"

     "Get on my back, Daya!"

     She jumped on. Running through every nook and cranny the gathering crowd had to offer, Leon silently thanked whoever it was that decided Daya would be petite. Biology? Jesus? The lack of 3 a.m. butter tarts? Who cares?

     Who ever did, though, gave them an uncanny advantage. Those that lunged for her would come up empty, and fall face first. Then they would create obstacles for others in their wake.

     Smart, but not exactly ideal.

     "Where are the guys that came with us?" Her voice sliced to the rhythm of his pounding feet.

     "Crowd control, probably," Leon turned down a winding corridor, "Can you believe they thought you were the side chick?"

    "Just run!"

     Few had managed to follow. But those that had were already too winded to catch up, and had resorted to recording from a distance.

      He turned to address them, "Put your phones away, or I will have you removed from the premises!"

     Leon felt her tense against him. He knew Daya hated yelling, but avoiding it was beyond his reach.

     "Where's your side peice? Hmm?" a teenage boy emerged from the group, "Why don't you let your sl*t at home see her?"