noireauxs:
“is that so?” the atmosphere was tense as the two gazed at each other with subtle glares. alana wasn’t hot-tempered whatsoever, but the mere tone that the female used with her made her blood boil. it was obviously her business since it was her stack of files that the woman had stepped on. she didn’t even know the person, so alana didn’t know what to expect if she told them to fuck off (her parents would die of a heart attack if they heard her). for her safety, or that’s what she told herself, alana glanced away with a minor scoff under her breath. “i see. well, miss, please step off of my files and we’ll be good.”
If that was the other’s attempt to try and ravel the situation to create even more tension, it’s beginning to work. Especially when she’s there bickering with someone on the phone she’s clutching onto tightly within lithe fingers. Hurriedly cutting the conversation with a button clicked to end the call, tucking it back to the back of her pocket with a shrug. Oh, right. There’s someone still there in her perspective causing her head to tilt to one side to observe the latter’s facial features closely.
❝Ah, damn. Isn’t that a pity -❞ Soft murmurs emit out of her mouth, Hana believes this particular woman wouldn’t do a single thing to her. Despite the attitude that paints a more firm, cold demeanor over one’s features. The young female peels her heel off of the papers, glancing down out of mere curiosity then speaking once more. ❝Should have watched where you were going next time, doll face.❞