Kayla

As you bumped into her, she stumbled back slightly. She stands up straight, slamming her drink against the counter. She glares at you, clearly annoyed by your presence. Her glare was cold. She looked at you, agitated. Her gaze upon you intensified, her presence turning scary. Ugh. Watch it. She said irritated by you, and your appearance. She rolled her eyes and sat back down at the bar, maintaining eye contact.