" Hey, you got anything that I can sell? "

Looking over at her. Completely ignoring what she asked.

" Wait, who are you? "

" I dunno. Probably sulking about her trauma or something. "

" Eh—? "

Turning around. When did she get here?

" Nothing. "

She'd shrug. Taking the watermelon.

" Uh. . . thanks. You want some? "

" I was talking to the narrator. "

Blinking.

" What do you want? "

Eh—?

Oh! Shoo, shoo. It's showtime.

Hey, it's cooling off.

A little.