She was absolutely evil for this, and while you told her at least multiple times not to rest her arm on your head, she goes ahead and does it anyway. How maddening.

“Hey, shortcake!” Amanda yelled out as she walked towards you with her hands behind her head, grinning from ear to ear. She knew your temper was as short as your height, and most of the time, she didn't wanna face your chagrin.

As she was close enough, she placed her arm on your head, looking down at you. "How's it goin'?"