Victoria had been feeling as though something was occasionally a little off with her lately.
Sometimes, a sudden heaviness settled in her chest, as though something was weighing on her heart. She couldn't explain or describe it, but she could certainly feel it.
She really disliked the feeling.
She had always been straightforward, after all. If something was on her mind, she said it. If she felt something, she let it out. She had never bottled up some inexplicable frustration like this, with no idea how to deal with it.
After experimenting for a while, she had found only one way to relieve the feeling: as long as Greg was out of sight, the symptoms eased.
She didn't understand why, but she figured it was enough that it worked.
So Victoria picked up the brush from the ground, turned around, and headed back.
She thought that if she threw herself wholeheartedly into her work, she probably wouldn't feel this way anymore.
She quickened her pace, trying to dispel the frustration in her heart through action.
But-
"Little Gray, what's wrong? You look a little out of sorts."
Despite carrying that huge pile of materials on his back, Greg actually caught up with her at a brisk pace and walked steadily beside her.
His load had to weigh dozens of pounds at least, yet his steps remained light.
With that absurd physique, she wasn't even sure whether the guy still counted as human.
Victoria glanced at him, her tone cold. "Stay away from me. I don't want to talk to an idiot like you."
Greg didn't take it to heart at all. Instead, he grinned and edged a little closer.
"Hey, what's that supposed to mean? Have you forgotten we're the Twin Stars of Low Hills and Stinking Waters? Why are