Wyatt stopped, his hand tightening on the basket with all the fresh produce he had picked up as he reached out with his free hand to grab Bridget's arm. "Hey, you. Don't run off," he said sternly, tugging on her arm so the four year old turned to face him. "What did I tell you about that?" he added, bending down to his sister's eye level.
"Something might happen?" the child piped up in a small voice. Wyatt nodded.
"Yep. So you gotta stay close," he replied, standing up again and turning to the display of berries. He then became aware of someone watching him and paused, turning back around. "Got a problem?" Sure, he was a young, 20 something man alone in a grocery store with a four year old. Didn't mean people could stare at him.