NOT EVEN VINCENT BAKER

　　TIARA

　　Smith screamed so loudly that his thick voice could be heard across the avenue. I got so scared, I took a few steps back. 

　　“Hey, you don’t have to yell like that!” I shouted, hoping to calm him down. 

　　“Indeed, I do need to! How do you think I’m going to agree to let you come back here? No way!”

　　Smith wasn’t as angry as he let on. But I could understand him not wanting another ...