Lily went back to her room, changed, and went out in a hurry.
She had only just reached the car park and was about to open the car door when she suddenly caught a glimpse of a shadow in the distance. Startled, she exclaimed, "Ahh! It's a ghost!"
Quentin: "…"
The corners of his lips spasmed. He walked into the open leisurely and said like the person afflicted with eighth-grader syndrome he was, "You're calling me a ghost when I was obviously standing there like the live human I am? Are your eyes bad?"
Lily, who was bolder than a lot of girls, took a close look at Quentin, upon which her eyes immediately lit up. She asked, "… Who are you? Why did you become a thief when you're so good-looking? Why aren't you being a good person instead? This is the Smiths' manor, you know!"
"… Who do you think you're calling a thief?" Quentin retorted.
