The Blame

"What is a young lady like you doing here, standing all on her own? Is the party that dull?"

Evelyn turned her head to face a cordial old man. She failed to recognize him. His words left her thinking on how to appropriately respond.

A silly laugh left her mouth as she patted the back of her head and said, "It's not that it is dull. I don't know how to get along with people."

Back then, Evelyn was a little foolish. She always had an honest mouth, saying the first thing that came in her mind for the first time. Nonetheless, despite what she went through, she had those pair of bright eyes.

"What about you, Mister? Do you not get along with people as well?"

Amusement crossed through the man's eyes.

"Do you not recognize me?"

Evelyn frowned. Creases appeared between both of her eyebrows, and she shook her head. At that, the man only laughed.

"What an adorable child."

This only made Evelyn grin.

Following that, the two of them conversed. Despite the large generation gap between the two part