Amber pursed her lips and stared at the men who slowly cocooned her. She kept her back against the handrail of the stairs awaiting their attack.
"What do you want for me? Why did you follow me?" She crossed her hands over her chest, her eyebrows creasing with every passing second, "I that Akara couldn't come himself." She smirked and the men chuckled.
One of them stepped forward, "No one's afraid of you cutie."
Amber's upper lip lifted at the corner, agitated and she told him, "Please don't disturb my personal space." She warned him.
But the man was just fascinated by the girl's confidence to glare at him and turned it into a joke. He poked her cheeks and Amber stumbled back a little. She clenched her hands together. She hated when people tried to make her smaller than she actually is. She hated being weak below their eyes.
