Unconvinced at our answer, Anzu followed us to the train station. However, instead of becoming someone intimidating, she was mistaken as Eimi’s little sister, seeing off her older sister.
That infuriated the girl, enough to forget her purpose in following us.
As the train doors closed, Eimi and I waved to the girl who was barking at the train conductor trying to remind her not to step out of the blue line.
“As always, your cousin is hilarious.”
“Right? She’s not always acting her age…” Eimi agreed and laughingly shook her head.
“Her concern was valid. But I guess she also experienced it. Now, I can’t help but see her as the type who’s unlucky in relationships.”