The man greeted her with a cheerful, charming smile. "Good evening, Miss Lina."
"Get out. Get out right now. I won't give you a soul, so stop wasting your time!"
Lina waved him away as though she were shooing an irritating fly. She had already made her position clear on several occasions, yet this man seemed determined to keep returning in the hope that she would eventually change her mind.
He looked at her with a wounded expression. "I've noticed that the words you say to me most often are 'get lost.'"
Lina couldn't be bothered to answer. She turned toward the door, intending to open it and make her dismissal as clear as possible, but his next words stopped her in her tracks.
"I'm here to help you, Miss Lina. As far as I can tell, your greatest difficulty at the moment is that you can't read the language of this world."
Lina slowly turned around.
