The minute she opened the door, she met with a guy with a smug grin plastered on his face. A grin that made her feel like wanting to rip it off his face, throwing it to the floor and just stamping on it. She wasn't a boxer and she had never learnt any martial arts or self-defence moves whatsoever but the moment he took a step closer to her, she gave him a one, two. Small fists meeting his hard stomach. He might have been surprised by the first blow but by the second one it didn't quite give him much of an effect. She knew this of course, and she would never live to be satisfied until she could see that annoying face kneeling down in front of her because of the undoubtedly excruciating pain she had caused upon him. And that was exactly what she did. Her knees rose at a right angle with high velocity and the hard impact right onto her target. Precise and accurate and she loved how much his face contorted, his mouth open wide nothing but a muted scream of agony. His hands that were in his pocket a while ago had moved to his crotch now and just the way she had visioned it, he knelt down before her, taking in deep breaths and a drop of sweat rolling down his temple.