While the other girl progressed upon her own, boredom-induced people watching routine, there would have been a fifty-fifty chance of her possibly catching wind of a low murmuring from the entry-exit way of the very shop she sat in front of. Walking through with a rather indignant expression would be a particular first year. With one hand wrapped firmly and carefully around a caramel iced coffee and the other patting the midway between her stomach and her side, she furrowed her brows in faint, underlying aggravation before eventually and reluctantly pulling her free hand away at long last. She stared at it while rubbing the tips of her fingers together, inhaling deeply and softly before sighing that same breath outwards upon feeling a faint stick of an earlier, first serving of the very same beverage that she held.

Just my luck... Some ditz just had to bump into me... she thought to herself with a touch of bitterness. Quirking her lip within a lack of amusement, she shook her head while picking another, unoccupied seat beneath a tabletop umbrella, sitting down and taking a small sip of her drink before setting it down and giving her clothes another glance. ...It's black, so it isn't easily seen, I guess... Also got another free drink out of it. But...dammit...

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Midway into giving her outfit another quick, yet keen glance over, the dark-haired teen had taken care to breathe a soft, unappreciative sigh all the while. Her free hand slid itself within the pocket of the vested hoodie that she wore as a first layer - which was the same article of clothing that had received the brunt of her first iced coffee - and deftly pulled her cell phone out. A faint quirk of the lip would have been seen upon her expression as her fingers slid across its screen, feeling a lingering stick from the caramel that seeped through. She huffed quietly while reaching out and taking hold of one of the tissues she had grabbed before walking outside, wiping it against the water that had condensed upon the sides of her cup due to the ice floating inside of it before dabbing it across the glass.

Around that same, general time, she caught wind of another voice that she assumed to be addressing her. Sparing a faint, split second glance up from the corner of her eye, she eyed the neighboring girl with a faint sense of disinterest before sighing and shrugging. "More or less," she muttered with a touch of annoyance; not necessarily towards her newfound conversational partner, of course, but in regards to the scenario that she had been caught within in general. Running a finger across the screen once more, she peered down at it with a vague degree of contempt before reluctantly accepting the amount of sugar she managed to wipe off. She tossed the napkin onto the table, leaning back while closing her eyes. "Wouldn't have even happened if he just looked where he was going, but nooo... He just had to be trying to flirt with some bimbo- which he obviously couldn't tell was dropping hints that she wasn't even close to interested, but whatever..."

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Rolling her eyes, the first year sighed and nodded in clear agreement. "Fucking tell me about it..." she spoke with some degree of annoyance while having to recall the scenario for another time. "Like, seriously. I was pissed. Could've been even more pissed, but I let him off the hook since he was at least a little bit cute," she added nonchalantly, leaning back in her seat with a shrug.

"He did pay for the drink, though, yeah. The second one, at least." Quirking her lip, the girl gave her drink a contemplating glare before sighing for yet another time and taking another sip from it. "Bastard left not too long aftr, though. It was obvious he was in a rush after what happened, sooo...yeah."
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