Evelyn Ford had once been a very well-mannered child.
But life had honed her into a barbarian. Especially after meeting Eighteen, Evelyn found herself getting angry more and more each day, constantly breaking the previous day's record.
Ultimately, what truly infuriated her was the fact that she wasn't as capable as Eighteen.
After he had netted about thirty fish, Evelyn told him to stop.
"That's enough. Let's go home."
He dashed ahead, carrying two buckets of fish, while Evelyn followed behind with the net.
"You're so slow."
Evelyn sneered. "And? You got a problem with that?"
"Let me carry you."
"What are you trying to bargain for now? Pig's feet or beef stew?"
He thought for a moment. "I want both."
"Get lost."
Evelyn took a deep breath and suddenly broke into a run. He froze for a second before quickly giving chase.
"I can carry you."
"Rejected."
"You're so slow."
"Piss off."
"You're wearing too many layers. You're as clumsy as that black bear I saw before."
