Edward
As I walked through the garage to the house, far too wrapped up in my thoughts to be aware of what was truthfully happening around me, I was surprised to find Malia hunched down on the floor next to Demyan's precious Cullinan as she fiddled around with his tires. It wasn't like she was hard to miss with her wild curly hair and the fact she was dressed in a neon pink tracksuit with a glittery unicorn on the back of the jacket.
"What are you doing?" I quirked my eyebrow and leaned against the car.
Her body jolted and a small knife fell from her hands which she quickly picked up and smiled, "Oh Edward, I didn't see you there. I'm just- uh- I'm trying to slash Demy's tires."
I hunched down so I could see and tsked, "You're doing it wrong. You need to target the lower grooves not the big ones. Like this you see." I took the knife from her and demonstrated it with ease, air burst out from the tire and instantly deflated. "Want me to do the others?"
