The journalist was beyond pissed now. He did not care who this child was and how important she was. She had ignored him, and that caused the journalist to have a lot of problems.
"Huh! Since when were you there? And why are you talking to me? Are you a pervert?"
The child asked, and the journalist felt his irritation turn into anger.
First, he had been ignored the whole day, and then this child made fun of him by pretending she did not even notice him. How did you expect a perfectionist like him to react?
'I am beginning to see why no one likes this girl and why she was left alone. But I need to show my good side. It's for the mission! Remember your mission.'
The journalist reminded himself before he calmed down and grinned at the child looking at him.
"I am not a pervert, and I do not have bad intentions. I saw you sitting alone under the tree, and you looked lonely. I thought that you could use a friend to talk to-."
