Teresa's POV
"Do you really accept being my Teresa?" Saint asked me, his expression seemed very excited.
"Yes, yes, and stop calling me that; I'm not yours or anything, okay?" I told him before starting to walk again.
Saint had worn me out; I had quite a bit of patience, but this guy could drive anyone crazy. It's incredible that he was the one who helped me twice before.
"Great! Let's go! Can we hold hands?" Saint asked me as he started to follow me.
"No!" I shouted at him.
"You don't have to be so harsh, you know?" said Saint, as he positioned himself next to me.
"This is going to be a long walk," I thought as I prepared to continue my journey with this kind of stalker.
Saint and I were walking at a good pace; my intention was to remain silent for the rest of the way, but Saint
