"So—Matilda actually came over with you because of Daisy being here, right?" Victoria asked Hank Clegg.
"This is getting troublesome," Victoria sat up, hugging her knees somewhat annoyedly, "Matilda likes Daisy, but Daisy likes Shawn, and Shawn he..."
"He likes you," Hank Clegg said coldly.
"I don't think he likes me that much anymore..." Victoria muttered in a soft voice.
Hank Clegg also sat up: "Eh? That tone sounds somewhat disappointed."
"Not disappointed," Victoria turned her head to look at Hank Clegg, drawing circles with her finger, "Matilda likes Daisy, Daisy likes Shawn, Shawn likes me, I like you, and you like..."
"What do I like?" There was a threatening look in Hank Clegg's eyes.
"You like Matilda!" Victoria said crisply, "Just like a perfect circle!"
Hank Clegg's gaze immediately turned icy.
"I have just one word I want to say to you right now." As he spoke, it felt like he was saying I only want to cut you down with a single stroke.
