"Don't act like you care!" she shouted, though she had lost quite a bit of her bite as she realized that she was, in fact, cold, and that she was standing in his stupid lawn and that her stupid shoes were stuck in it.
"You don't care about anything." Her voice had dropped back down so that it was loud enough for him to hear, but she wasn't yelling. Yelling was tiring. Talking to Tino was always exhausting. She should go. She could feel his smirk before she saw it, and she hated it. But when she tried to step, her foot slipped right out of her pump and she staggered forward barefoot.