[Name: Mark He
Age: 4
Occupation: Hacker
Relationship: Stranger (!!!)]
Hacker.
Three exclamation marks.
Oh god, what a cosmic joke.
Everly stood there, one hand gripping the toddler's wrist, the other cradling a sleeping corgi who'd apparently been committing vehicular manslaughter in his spare time. Her life had officially become a fever dream.
Right now, Everly desperately hoped Jeremy's earlier theory was correct—that the '!!!' didn't exclusively mean "this creature will absolutely murder you," but maybe indicated something else? Like... really strong friendship potential? Destined soulmate energy? Please?
She sighed inwardly, her pride taking a nosedive. She'd always been so smug about her martial arts skills, her strength and agility. The thought of her obituary reading "Killed by Corgi and/or Toddler" was absolutely unacceptable. Everly would literally claw her way out of the grave from sheer embarrassment. Her ancestors would disown her ghost!
