That figure in the black jacket turned around. It was a woman with ebony brown hair and fair skin. She was a head taller than me and she wore cobalt blue lipstick.
“What’s your problem?” She had a low voice and definitely had an accent. This woman sounded like she was from Eastern Europe from what I can guess. Okay, so the Americans over here told me I have an accent, but come on. I learned Cantonese and Portuguese before I knew any English words.
“You ran into me, so you better watch where you’re going.” I warned her.
She just grunted before glaring at me. “No one tells me what to do including a little brat like yourself.”
Oh, she didn’t just go there…
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