(Author's POV)
"Hey, you," a voice called out as Myra passed by. She ignored the nuisance and kept on striding forward.
The person fumed with anger when she pretended like he didn't even exist. He called out to her again but this time, harsher, as he got up and started following Myra, "Don't you hear me calling out …... you small town, charity case." He clicked his finger and thumb twice to made it sound dramatic.
Myra's steps halted but she didn't turn around. Her gaze turned cold as she spat, "Still better than being just a rich spoilt rotten brat, who just know how to bark, Nigel."
"You~ …... you. Who do you think you are talking like that to?" the one named Nigel, spat with fury. He was thoroughly pissed by Myra's provocation.
