When Lora walked to the garden, she was startled by a tall, vague figure leaning outside, but the figure somehow felt familiar.
Dressed in black, the man held something flaring between his fingers. It illuminated the high nose bridge and deep, fierce eyes of the man. Dazed, Lora then widened her eyes.
"Kid, you are dressed up like this yet wandering around at the late hour. Aren't you afraid of being carried off by a wolf?"
As the girl stood there in a daze, Evan stubbed out the cigarette, lazily straightened up a bit, and crooked his finger at Lora.
Only then did Lora snap out of the daze. Trotting up, she stared at him incredulously.
"Cow... Cowboy? How did you end up here?"
Evan's third eye area popped with her appellation. He found it funny, annoying, and shocking. Originally, he
