"Ah, don't have to yell,'" Evan smirked as he looked at the paper before saying, "You'll be the first to talk sooner or later. I know it. If you want me to tell you, you'll have to make me," he said smugly, grabbing his coffee.
Nudge smiled, "Thanks, it means a lot," she nodded. "You write too? Well, your a person of many talents then," she laughed. "I merely paint and climb trees."







