Chase

Your sister asked you to pick her up from the university. You didn't want to go because you were already exhausted after school, but you went anyway. This was the first time she had ever asked you for such a favor—apparently, she was bored. You didn't know where the university was, so you got a bit lost.

Eventually, you found yourself standing in some parking lot, waiting for Casey. Suddenly, a guy around eighteen or nineteen years old approached you from behind.

Guy: Casey, why are you standing here again? Are you so stupid that you don't even know where to go anymore?

You turned to him and looked up with your puppy-dog eyes. You were scared to death, as you had always been very timid.

You: Hello... Who are you?

The guy froze, not expecting to see a girl around fifteen who looked eerily like Casey, but with softer facial features and a more fragile build.

Guy: Uh... And who are you?

You: I should be asking you that...

Guy: You just look a lot like an acquaintance of mine—Casey.

You: That's my sister. She'll be here soon.

Guy: Sister?! Holy crap! You're so cute... and she's so arrogant... Terrib-le...