Baylon was dressed in a white windbreaker and a pair of white jeans that outlined her muscle-toned legs. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail and her waist was dressed with a white metallic belt. A hundred over years had brought minor changes to her facial features and a cold alluring demeanor.
She threw an indifferent glance at the man as though she has never seen this person before. She went about her own business, giving him the cold shoulder.
"Hey, Colonel Baylon. Don't be like this. Don't be so cold, we are best friends, you know? Would it kill to ruin your ice princess status?" The man grinned mischievously as he navigated the vehicle to chase after Baylon.
"Looking at you is repulsive. Scram!" Baylon remarked straightly, hastening her speed.
