Makis pov

I was sitting outside sharpening my knives. I never know when I might have to take a life so I have to stay diligence. I can't afford to get surprised by-

"maki!" I heard an excitable voice yell from behind me. I immediately picked up my knife and pointed it at them only to see that it was Angie.

I didn't lose my grip however. Instead I shot a glare at her.

Most people would have been frightened or intimidated by a literal knife being pointed at them but Angie was not most people.

"oh silly maki. Knifes should only be used for blood rituals. Not for pointing at friends"

"who said we're friends?" I raised an eyebrow.

"I did!" she said brightly.

I rolled my eyes. What is with all these happy-go-lucky idiots trying to be my friend? Can't they see I want to be left alone?

Suddenly Angie got on her knees next to me "you wanna know something special maki?"

"not really but I'm sure your going to tell me anyway" I sighed.

"that's right!" she said excitedly "listen closely maki" she leaned in and whispered "Atua loves you" she leaned back with a big grin on her face "doesn't that feel wonderful to know!"

"not particularly" I sighed. When is she going to leave me alone?

"then let me tell you something else" she leaned in again. I thought she was going to whisper something but instead she kissed me!

"I love you too" she whispered before running off.

I was too shocked to function. I could believe it. My first kiss, and it was from a cultist of all things!