"No... No... No... No... Don't hit my car!!"
"Then move out of the way!" He retorted.
"I'm trying to, but you keep hitting me! Stop hitting my car!!" She rebutted, almost in tears.
"Well, stay in your lane and you won't get hit!" He wasn't showing her mercy, nor was he behaving as reserved and unwilling as she had expected.
Instead, it was almost like she had unlocked the childish competitiveness in him.
...
*Some days ago*
In a small apartment, that was nicely and neatly decorated in the most girlish fashion, with pink wallpapers, a shelf with neatly arranged books of different kinds, from romance novels to horror, and educational study books. It was moderately stocked.
The wide terrace window, at one side, allows proper Illumination and ventilation to fill the place, on a sofa sat Erina, legs crossed in a meditation pose, with her laptop on her lap.
