Vendetta

"Mr Colvin, how about you introduce yourself first?"

"No," I said, shaking my head. "After all, she's already heard my voice multiple times already."

He shook his head, continuing to rub circles on his temples. "Young ones these days, never listening to what their elders have to say."

"Old man, I don't have time for this. I'm leaving," she stated harshly, already getting up from her seat.

"Seven, wait."

"Seven?" I questioned. That was definitely one of the more weird names I've ever heard. What sane parent or caregiver names their child after a number?

Seven glared at him with much hatred. "You just said the name."

He sighed. "If you wouldn't do it, then I would eventually have to."

"I'm leaving."

"Seven," Professor Quartzworth called out.

"Shut up old man," she snapped, opening the door with one hand while the other was shoved in her jacket pocket. "And you, I'll make your life miserable, don't for a second think you can control me." Then she slammed the door behind her.

"That girl," he muttered, pinching his nose.