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.