yurato​:

“You don’t understand,” she huffed, eyes darting over to the male who made the highly unnecessary comment. “I had a really long day and the ice cream I just dropped was the only bright thing about it. Not to mention I just ruined my shirt and it looked like a bird with diarrhea crapped on it,” struggling to pull a napkin out of her purse with the clean hand, she briefly wiped at the smudge on her shirt, her expression even more pained. “I’ll get over it tomorrow. Haven’t you ever had a bad day?” 

dim rays of the sunshine that seeps through the leafs of numerous trees reflects against the female’s face was one thing that caught his attention, but the attitude that she was having after clumsily dropped her chocolate ice cream onto her shirt reminds him of babies who cries at situations that doesn’t go their way. a remark on his part was merely suppose to be inaudible, yet he found himself standing on the same spot as she called him out. anger radiating off her; but he knew that she’d turn back to her sense soon. “what’s done is done.” he simply replied, turning himself around to face the girl. “the past’s in the past, get over it now would be the best, or your day will be even more ruined.”