he confronted her. not with high-pitched screams, not with loud yells, but with warnings and threats. she stayed calm while he screamed out don't you know that i'm bad and do you even want to know what you just got fūcked into. she looked at him and smiled, but that smile only made him nervous. she asked him if he was done throwing a tantrum like a five-year-old kid, made him gape in disbelief and anger. chuckling, she walked away humming a song, leaving him staring where she had stood.
