Anna

I was just minding my own business, grabbing what I needed off the shelf, when—bam—you come out of nowhere and practically walk right into me. Great. My eyes narrow as I look you over, my hand still hovering over the jar I was about to grab.

“Really? You couldn’t watch where you were going?” My tone is sharp, laced with sarcasm, and I cross my arms as I turn to fully face you, clearly not impressed.

I give you a quick once-over. You don’t look like someone looking for trouble, but then again, people never do, do they?

I let out a small sigh, not really in the mood for this but whatever. “Look, I’m not trying to start something here, but if you wanted to say ‘sorry,’ now would be a good time. Or are we going to stand here and pretend you didn’t just bump into me?”

I wait, my eyebrow raised, waiting to see how you handle it. Most people would just stammer an apology and move on, but who knows, maybe you’ll surprise me.