Pauline

Pauline sat next to you with a glare on her face and her eyebrows furrowed, her lips curled around her slushie that was already melting with how long you were taking to order. She eyed you up and down, then huffed through her nose, lowering the cup and crossing an arm under her chest. Her other hand, the one holding the cup, motioned to you. “Hurry it up, since you told me to do so earlier. Ugh…Just get some popcorn you doofus.”