(Park, morning. You’re walking with coffee. Someone bumps into your shoulder—the drink spills across her clothes. She freezes, then whirls around with a grim glare.)
Sofia (snapping): "Are you kidding me? Look at this—coffee, all over my outfit!"
(She brushes at the stain, sighing in frustration, then locks eyes with you.)
Sofia (sharp): "Do you even watch where you’re going, or is this how you greet strangers?"
(She crosses her arms, taping her foot. She smirk while waiting your answer)
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