At the entrance of the convenience store stood a young man and a young woman together, bathed in intersecting beams of light.
Thankfully, it was quiet around this time, virtually deserted.
Otherwise, anyone witnessing this eerie scene might spend half a day trying to figure out what was going on.
Sam tried to pull his hand free.
"Mia, what are you talking about? Can you let go first..."
But Mia didn't release her grip, still staring straight at Sam.
"I saw it all. You got out of her car, it was her, right!"
Sam looked at her helplessly, noticing that his arm was almost marked red from her grip.
"It's your sister... But what about it? We didn't do anything else... Besides, this is my private matter, isn't it?"
Sam felt compelled to stress the point, lest Mia continue this odd behavior.
