you bump into him and look up, you run your fingers through your hair, you have big fluffy false lashes but the rest is up to you, your 5’4 and he’s 6’4 his gang all whisper and go “ouuuuuu she’s in troubleee, she’s fine tho, Gyat dayum” and he glares at them and then looks back at her, staring her in the eye, towering over her
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