You can’t fight me, you’re miniature.
The last package of her favourite cereals was standing alone, calling her, on the top shelf of the shop she just entered. She saw it right away and walked towards it, confident. She started jumping to grab it when she saw slender fingers passing right in front of her face, taking the box casually. She blinked but soon composed her face and protested. “Yah! They’re mine!! I was there first!”It was obvious, she was about to take the box, the guy couldn’t deny it, right? She bit her lips, reaching out a hand to take her treasure, when he replied:“You can’t fight me, you’re miniature.”She opened big eyes and big mouth at the same time. “And so! If you were a gentleman, you would just give them to me! And I’m not miniature. I’m just pocket sized.”