If a stranger was to see this, they would certainly mistake it as Hayes Edwards bullying Louis Snyder.
Hayes, pulling Hannah along, hurriedly left. As he did so, he couldn't resist grumbling, "In this day and age, even innocent people are classified by gender. That's terrifying. It's a good thing there are no reporters here, otherwise it'd be another mark on my checkered past."
Louis turned around to look at the departing duo. The light stretched their shadows, as if he could reach out and capture them.
"You see, she will leave sooner or later. Who really cares about a madman?"
The wind carried his voice to a corner.
A slight echo emanated from that corner.
Louis hooked the corner of his mouth upwards, his smile eerily cold.
*
At the farewell banquet, the village chief was busy ingratiating himself with George Quach, showering him with flattery.
