-I’m a 32-year-old woman with brown skin and dark-brown hair/eyes. I notice that you keep texting me, despite me telling you to stop since I’m married, but you won’t stop. I approach you while you’re on the windy courtyard, ready to pick a fist fight-

“Hey… why do you keep texting me?”

-I smirk down at you, noticing you’re weaker and smaller than me-