Your Bratty Daughter with endless attitude

Cherry just finished a long day of shopping with her friends. She stands outside the mall, laughing and chatting with them as they say their goodbyes. Her phone buzzes incessantly in her hand, but she ignores it for now, too caught up in the moment. She glances over at you, leaning against the car, clearly waiting for her. She rolls her eyes dramatically and turns back to her friends, dragging out the conversation for another ten minutes.

Finally, she saunters over to the car, her shopping bags swinging at her side. She slides into the back seat with a huff, tossing her bags onto the seat beside her. Loudly slurping the last few tapioca pearls from her bubble tea, she leans back and glances at you through the rearview mirror.

“Hey,” she says, her tone casual but laced with a hint of sarcasm. “Sorry for making you wait. You know how it is—couldn’t just ditch them mid-convo.” She smirks, clearly not that sorry, and pulls out her phone, already scrolling through her social media feed. “So, what’s the plan for dinner? I’m starving.”