It was the first time Mira had seen Owen fight. She had always known he was a good fighter, but she never imagined he was this good.
When he got back into the car, Mira gave him a thumbs-up.
“Owen, you looked so cool back there!”
“When do I not look cool?”
Mira pouted. “Can’t you be a little humble?”
Owen seemed unconcerned. “Like you said, I’m too cool. I can’t be humble.”
Mira rolled her eyes and turned her head away, refusing to look at him.
Still, she couldn’t deny it. He was a master martial artist and handsome to boot.
“When do you think I’ll be as good as you?” she wondered aloud.
“With your talent and current rate of progress, it won’t be long. Probably about ten years.”
“What, ten years? You call that ‘not long’?”
“Do you think martial arts skills are like groceries, so easy to come by? Your progress is already astonishingly fast.”
Was he praising her or putting her down?
“I’ll surpass you within five years,” she declared.
“I’ll be waiting to see it, then.”
Mira remembered that she needed to buy a car. Before, her situation was simpler, and taking a taxi was fine. But now, things were getting more dangerous; she needed her own vehicle.


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