'…' 'What a prickly kid.' Yara Quillan smiled but didn't take the tissue. She didn't like to cry. No matter how wronged or upset she felt, what was the use of crying? Even if she vented her emotions, the problem would still be there. She preferred to solve things with her own two hands.
'If I change clothes, I won't make it in time...'
Yara Quillan glanced around, then pulled him to a relatively secluded spot in the competition area. The moment they stopped, with a loud RIIIP, she tore her long dress up to her thigh. The movement was clean, decisive, and strikingly cool.
The boy had been looking around impatiently, but when he saw what Yara Quillan did, he was so scared he nearly jumped out of his skin. He let out a yelp and stumbled back several steps, staring at her warily, a look of pure shock on his face.
Instantly, all eyes in the venue focused on them. All sorts of strange looks were cast their way, making even Yara Quillan feel as if she had some nefarious purpose.
