Intimidated by his anger, I stood there mutely. My eyes were glazed over as I stared straight ahead of me. I didn’t even notice that the man was trying to get my attention.

“Hey. Hello? Anyone there?” The man waved his hand in front of my face, annoyed. He pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket. Hm. It had the initials K.K. on them. Not only that, it was probably made of expensive material, judging by how soft it looked…

I stood there, stiff as a rock, for at least 20 more minutes. The man sprang into action, trying out all the tactics he thought of: poking my face, tickling me, and roaring mercilessly into my face. To my luck, he ran out of breath and began to show signs or giving up.

“Weird woman,” He muttered as he started to walk away, kicking stray pebbles off the sidewalk.

Ah.

Huh.

Wait.

Is he walking away? I haven’t paid him back! But… I’m kind of scared to approach him at the same time.

(click your option)

Approach him and say sorry

Stay still...

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