Don't need saving

Kisa, an independent girl who believes she's able to handle herself well when she gets into sticky situation. Though it seems she usually ends up in the deep end and not realising she needs a helping hand to make through.
"This is the men's room, if you can't tell by the sign" the brunette states waking past with his carry case rolling behind him, with a nod to the the sign "if your done oggling me, women's are over there " he continues with a scowl marring his face and a glare directed my way.

"I know that idiot, I is waiting for my brother you prick" I scowl back, his attitude annoyed me, he might be absolutely georgous,with his dark drown hair with streaks of light blue mixed in giving it an icy look, right eyebrow pierced an ears as well, nice toned athlete's body, baggy jeans hung low on his hips showing his Ralph Lauren boxers, with a fitted shirt hinting well kept abb's, pale green eyes, he is hott and he knows it, doesn't mean he can be an ass about it.

"It seems you need lessons on the English language and etiquette, I is, isn't the correct wording nor is name calling'' he state's with a smirk. Grr god he's rude.

"I'll speak however damn well I please you muppet and you should be the one to get lessons on tact and friendliness especially with the dirty's your giving me and I've seen better " I said causing him to raise his pierced eyebrow with his smirk still in play.