The car honked wildly and disturbed the peaceful atmosphere of the neighbourhood. Frisca walked towards his car and dragged the sword along. The sharp tip of the sword scratched the marble floor as it screeched. Distracted by the noise, Vlade glanced at her and shifted his gaze on the sword. The look on his face was enough for her to realise that he didn’t appreciate the way she was handling the sword. Feeling conscious she tripped over the floor on account of which the sword slipped from her hands and hit the floor with a clank. Vlade tightened his grip over the steering wheel and closed his eyes, he couldn’t watch his sword being handled so carelessly by a nobody like her. Regaining her composure, Frisca nervously picked up the sword and headed towards the car. She thought twice before s
