"what, am i invisible or somethin? watch where you're goin."
with her eyesight restricted to the rapid blinking of her phone’s screen as several incoming messages appear, she is unable to prevent collision with a passing stranger. to her, it is a barely noticeable nudge, hardly creating a pause in her brisk stride. “sor—” miyoung mumbles, halfway through voicing a quick and polite apology, though uncaring of whether the distance is growing too quickly to be audible. the agitated attitude she receives in response severs her remorse short. the tone, the demand makes her freeze, taken aback. she whirls around, expression incredulous. “are you fucking kidding me?” joke or not, it is not amusing. “the question is whether or not you are blind. am i invisible? i’m not the only one with eyes. i barely even touched you. get over yourself. i’m not in the mood and you’re two words away from being punched in the privates, you insecure little brat. watch your attitude.”
