[ The thing about Ann Takamaki β she can improvise in her mind. She thought she handled it well, played it cool despite how conflicted she felt. He was a stranger β but he had done two kind things in turn for her already. Her teenage emotions, still defensive on how adults have betrayed her in the past, jumps to conclusions.
Ann lingers for a few more minutes, clutching a pair of boots she grabbed off a table β they were far too big for her, but it was the first thing she could clue in to grab. Around five minutes later, the door of the dressing room creaks open and Ann immediately hurls the boots in his direction.
A frantic, hushed voice follows: ]
Tell me that wasn't you. Tell me you broke the shitty track record of adults ruining the world.
[ SHE'S very angry, furrowed brow and if he didn't see her in action before, maybe he wouldn't take her seriously. But, her fists ball in either side of her hips, anger bubbling inside of her. ]
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Ann lingers for a few more minutes, clutching a pair of boots she grabbed off a table β they were far too big for her, but it was the first thing she could clue in to grab. Around five minutes later, the door of the dressing room creaks open and Ann immediately hurls the boots in his direction.
A frantic, hushed voice follows: ]
Tell me that wasn't you. Tell me you broke the shitty track record of adults ruining the world.
[ SHE'S very angry, furrowed brow and if he didn't see her in action before, maybe he wouldn't take her seriously. But, her fists ball in either side of her hips, anger bubbling inside of her. ]