At last, she opened her mouth to speak. She scoffed crazily and said, “What the hell are you doing? Don’t tell me you were stalking me?” She makes it seem eerie now. I was only keeping an eye out for her, not stalking her. There’s a big distinction. “And why would I stalk you? I believe you think too highly of yourself. You aren’t the only one who likes taking early morning walks too. I came out to clear my head and was as surprised to find you here.” I said the truth. She gave me a skeptical stare, clearly not buying my story. I had to quickly switch the roles. Trying to control my tone, I yelled, “And you? What are you doing out at this time? Don’t you know that it is dangerous around here, huh? What if you got hurt?” I have discovered that my little friend has an extremely short fuse. I couldn’t help but smile as the memory of the drama between her and Rubi flashed through my mind. If I claimed I wasn’t proud of what she did to Rubi, I would be lying. She was incredibly co
