“I don’t know what your problem is,” Marie stepped out of the door with her bags getting caught slightly. She huffed and snatched it off the handle it was caught on. Why does that only happen when a person is agitated? Forcing a smile she knew was fake Marie nodded. “Well princess the doorway is all yours. I hope you don’t mind people standing in line before you.”
the barest hint of a smirk plays at jasmine’s lips whilst marie struggles to detangle herself from the door handle. had she not been so rude, jasmine may have offered her a bit of help, but there was something ... poetic, almost, about this small dose of karma that seemed to strike the blonde. “princess ? gee, such an original insult. a tad bit hypocritical, but oh well ... c’est la vie,” she waves a hand in the air as if to brush away the subject, though there’s a bitter feeling rising from the pit of her stomach. jasmine is many things, but she’s not pompous. “the last thing i’d care about is waiting in a check out line. but, when someone opens a shop door and starts off with a ‘can i help you’ as if opening the door to a house, i’m going to remind you that you’re taking up the doorway. this entire altercation would have easily been avoided if you’d just ... oh, moved quicker ? or perhaps even not taken what i’d said so personally ? i hadn’t even insulted you. i’d just asked if you were going to move or if you were holding the door open.” she shrugs her shoulders and practically prances over the shop’s threshold, casting a bright smile over her shoulders. “quit assuming things about other people and maybe you’ll have someone that’ll want to shop with you !” if there’s one thing jasmine hates the most, it’s assumptions being made about her. of course she was going to retaliate when that happened.
