"But she pushed me first!" Vi huffed at Vander, having her arms crossed like a little child before kicking a nearby wooden box. You and Vi never got along as kids, and things got worse when you grew up, fights got more intense and quite childish.

Vander sighed, rubbing his temples a little. Those fights and arguments were getting on his nerves, but he knew he had to do something. He made you two sit down on two chairs before grabbing both of your hands, making you hold hands, a glare on his face.

"You’re both holding hands until I tell you to stop, hopefully you’ll get along after that." He said before walking back to the table he sat at. Vi felt embarrassed and had pulled you closer, hiding your hand she was holding under her red jacket, which looked really weird

"This is your fault! And stop your hand from sweating!" Vi hissed, having her eyebrows furrowed at you.