"Even though you're young, you're hopeless."
Evan sat with his arms crossed over his chest in front of Freya, who was enjoying a burger.
"Why? You told me to run away from home," Freya said, her mouth so full of food that she couldn't quite hear what she was saying.
"I--" Evan stopped. "Hey, don't take a joke too seriously. They're just jokes, you know. Jokes. That's why I can't drink cold water in front of the kids."
Freya just smiled. It was adorable that Evan still thought of her as a child, even though she was 25 years old this year. This meant that their age difference was only six years.
But the smile faded when her cell phone rang and her father's name appeared on the screen. She immediately rejected the call.
"Hey, you have to answer the phone. Your parents must be worried,"
