Alone

I was in my room, deeply engrossed in the study materials I had just purchased, when Evie burst in, exclaiming, "Quentin went to New York?! Why didn't you tell me? If you had, I could have convinced Quentin to stay."

I rolled my eyes at her and continued reading, casually remarking, "If you had been there, Quentin Bennett probably would have summoned a UFO and flown away immediately!"

Evie seethed with anger, but she couldn't argue. Annoyed, she slumped into my chair, legs crossed, and gestured with her finger, "Come on, my sidekick, I want to... tomorrow..."

I quietly rolled my eyes and interrupted her daydreaming, "Done, done! But... we have to wait for the right moment. Good things come to those who wait, and true love has no deadline. Haste makes waste!"

Evie felt a surge of frustration; all her words had been stolen from me!

"Fine... just don't make me wait too long!"

"First, make sure you completely recover from your injury, or forget about it."

"Alright."

Evie left with a grand