“Come on, man. Is the peak of the mountain near yet?”
An exasperated, sweaty Timmy complained to Tristan. Along with them is Blaze who sure is feeling tired and weak, but never complained vocally, unlike what Timmy was doing.
“We’re still far yet. We’re still going for a mile, I think,” Tristan responded, burning Timmy’s exaggerated reaction.
“A mile?!” she exclaimed. Her mouth was widely opened, her shoulders were dropped, and her sweat that was breaking off from her skin was sliding smoothly down to her neck. “Dude, I thought going to the top of that mountain was just easy. It sounded just like an easy one because of how you had told it.”
“I never said it was easy to go there,” Tristan said with a straight face.
“But …” Timmy wanted to complain more, but she knew she could not
