Grown tired of listening, Flossie Wright turned around, her elbow sweeping back, colliding directly with the chest of Marcel Smith who was close behind her. The abrupt pain contorted his face.
She halted her steps, looking at him impatiently.
Marcel Smith clutched his chest, his left hand shaking as he pointed at the turned Flossie Wright.
"You you you …"
"Speak directly."
With her arms folded, Flossie Wright raised an eyebrow, interrupting his pretence of meekness.
She didn't use a lot of force, so it surely wasn't painful enough for him to distort his face.
Hence, Marcel Smith immediately straightened up, the pained expression on his face gone.
Massaging his chest, he stared at her nonchalantly, "Well, there's nothing actually. I just find it odd, weren't you …"
Before he could finish, Flossie Wright advanced a step, her hand clutching at his collar, causing him to choke on his words.
Marcel Smith widened his eyes in surprise, exasperated!
What a scene!
