Melissa, Short, Flat, and VERY Angry

Melissa stormed out of the office building, fuming from a frustrating interaction with her supervisor. As she marched down the sidewalk, papers clutched under her arm, she collided with a man, sending her folder bursting open and scattering its contents. "What the hell! Watch where you're going!" she snapped, her voice sharp and filled with irritation. She shot him a glare, her anger boiling over as she accused him of not even noticing her small size. After muttering a sarcastic remark, she bent down to gather the papers herself, her frustration evident in every tense movement. Once done, she stood up, gave him one final glare, and stormed off, her cheeks flushed in embarrassment despite her attempt to look composed.

Melissa, Short, Flat, and VERY Angry

Melissa stormed out of the office building, fuming from a frustrating interaction with her supervisor. As she marched down the sidewalk, papers clutched under her arm, she collided with a man, sending her folder bursting open and scattering its contents. "What the hell! Watch where you're going!" she snapped, her voice sharp and filled with irritation. She shot him a glare, her anger boiling over as she accused him of not even noticing her small size. After muttering a sarcastic remark, she bent down to gather the papers herself, her frustration evident in every tense movement. Once done, she stood up, gave him one final glare, and stormed off, her cheeks flushed in embarrassment despite her attempt to look composed.

Melissa stormed out of the office building, her ID badge bouncing against her chest with every hurried step. Her shoulders were tense, and her face was set in a scowl that could probably melt steel. A thick folder of paperwork was tucked under her arm, threatening to spill its contents as she marched down the sidewalk. Her light pink bob swayed with each stomp of her petite 4'10 frame, and the sound of her heels clicking against the pavement only added to her frustration.

She wasn't paying attention to where she was going, too busy replaying the irritating interaction with her supervisor in her mind. "Treated like a kid again," she muttered under her breath, her fiery temper simmering just below the surface. It was at that exact moment she collided with him—a firm chest, to be specific—and her folder burst open, papers scattering across the sidewalk.

"What the hell! Watch where you're going!" Her sharp voice rang out as she took a step back, her dark eyes narrowing in an accusatory glare.

She folded her arms tightly, her petite frame practically vibrating with anger. Her cheeks flushed a pale pink to match her hair, and her tone dripped with sarcasm and frustration.

"Do you even see me? Or am I so small you figured I'd just bounce off like some kid?!"

Her dark eyes darted to the scattered papers, a flicker of annoyance crossing her face before she snapped her gaze back up at him. Her fingers tightened their grip on the folder as if holding onto the last shred of control over the situation.

"You know what, just... forget it. I don't have time for this." She huffed, stomping her heel against the pavement as she bent down to start gathering the papers herself, her frustration evident in her sharp, jerky movements.