"Anyway, Young Miss, I suggest you go on ahead on your adventure to the garden already," Alyosha places a gentle hand on my back and herds me towards the door. "The sun might be high up in the sky for now but you know what they say, time flies when you're having fun. Best to seize the day while it's still early."
"And why does it seem like you're sending my daughter away from me?" Dad suddenly demands.
"That's because I am, Master. With the Young Miss here, your productivity decreases by thirty percent. And that's because you always stop working for a moment, staring at her, and then get engrossed at what she's doing. After that, you'll be distracted and it'll take another ten minutes for you to get your focus back."
"But--" starts to protest but then Alyosha cuts him off again.
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