hatred grows

"Who? Who are you?"

Evelyn asked with her unsteady walk. 

The man who picked up the bottle just kept quiet and watched. While Evelyn was laughing even though there was nothing funny. He then took her nightgown that had flown because it was very cold. The man just kept watching him. 

Evelyn, who was uncomfortable to be seen like that, stared at the man for a long time after putting on her dress. 

"Hey, you!" he snapped. 

"Do you see me as a poor woman? Is not it? That's why you keep looking at me."

Evelyn approached the man and pointed at his broad chest. 

"But, who is actually more unfortunate?" he taunted and smiled condescendingly. 

"You, right? If you weren't unfortunate, you definitely wouldn't be picking up these cheap bottles of wine and keeping quiet like this. You must have been waiting for me to go get it, correct?"

Evelyn then clapped her hands.