At this time, Ansel and Winona were looking at each other, glaring. They stood at an alley somewhere after ensuring that the designated people fixing and arranging the aftermath were already at work.
"I thought you told me to leave you alone? What are you doing stalking me?" Winona asked, giving Ansel a bad look. "And stop looking at my hair!"
Ansel's jaw tensed as he looked at her face, trying to pull his green eyes away from her hair as ordered (though to no avail, which irked her even more).
Instead of saying something that made sense though, he let his guilt cloud his brain. "Look, just accept my apology and gratitude already so we can get this over with!"
He said this like a spoiled brat who made Winona roll her eyes.
"FINE! I forgive you! Now, go!"
"What?" Ansel furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at her. "Not enough!"
Winona now looked confused. "What the heck are you on about this time?"
