The man in front of me turned around almost instantly, while my sister beside him displayed an impatient expression and glared at me. I was out of breath, my makeup smudged by sweat, looking utterly disheveled. Seeing that the two of them seemed to be getting along just fine, I finally felt some relief and said to Bradley:

“Brad, I’m Lena.”

Bradley looked at me, then at my sister, with a contemplative expression. Yet, he didn’t immediately let go of my sister’s hand. This action only made my sister look at me more provocatively. Before I could say anything further, my sister jumped in:

“Sorry, Brad. I happened to come...