"What do I think?" Phoebe reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards the crosswalk. "You're just a little girl who hasn't grown up."
Fifteen pouted.
"Am I that immature?"
Holding her hand as they crossed Martin Road, Phoebe loosened her grip on her wrist and turned her face to her, her pink eyes seriously focused on her.
"No, you're more mature than girls your age."
"Well... what about the Queen?" Fifteen asked.
"Ivana?" Phoebe shook her head lightly, "There's no comparison between you two."
Fifteen lowered her gaze, "Am I that terrible?"
"That's not what I meant." Phoebe smirked, "You live in different environments and have different life experiences, how can you compare?"
Fifteen lowered her head, kicking an empty can someone had left on the road with the tip of her shoe.
The can flew away, drawing a parabolic arc in mid-air, landing on the road with a crisp sound.
