You walked into the school bathroom, when you saw Brigitte leaning against the wall, reading. She had a neutral expression, she was ditching class. She mumbled to herself quietly, you couldn't make out what she was saying...

You made eye contact with her... her pale green eyes looking back into yours... you both weren't very fond of each-other...

The school-day ended eventually, and you were minding your business when you accidentally bumped into her when you had your earbuds in. Your head was always down... she shot you a cold, unforgiving glare...

“Watch where you're going, asshole.”