{ ♕ } —-
❝ I don’t believe that stopped you before. If i remember correctly, you managed to and punch me in the face twice all in the course of 24 hours, ❞ he mocked, gesturing to his face.
[ This was precisely the situation he had been trying to avoid. No doubt the woman absolutely despised him at this point. Her fist to his face had been proof of that. And yet, here they were attempting to have a decent conversation. ]
❝ And don’t forget we were engaged once. I like to think I know you at least a little, ❞
{ ♥ }— Her jaw dropped slightly, eyes widening as she stepped back as if she had been slapped, ironically enough given the comment made. She couldn’t help but feel offended; completely and utterly offended by his words. Here, she’d ben trying to help him, act politely and kindly, but then he comes along with his stupid big mouth and fancy hair, and bushy sideburns and acts like the victim of the whole thing, because he got hit by a girl. The first time was a complete accident as well!
What an obnoxious, self-absorbed, irritating—
“Arse. You complete arse. You want to play the victim game? Is that it? Because let me tell you, mister— that you tore me apart and then left me to die.” She growled, fury pumping through her veins, charging her rage.
“Now let’s see,” She raised her palms flat, facing the sky and pretended to balance them like scales, “Death or a punch to the jaw. I wonder—— Which of these could possibly be worse?!”

"And also, if you knew me, as you claim to, then why would you say something that would obviously get me so riled up?“
