
Taking her cake she turned around and–splat. She had collided with someone behind her and now her cake was smashed to her chest on her favorite dress. “No!” She cried out sharply, watching it roll off and onto the floor. It landed on the floor with a painful, soft thud.
Not only was her dress ruined, but the cake she had been looking forward to all morning was destroyed and inedible. “C-cake–” She reached out pathetically to the ground, clearly making a dramatic scene about something she could have easy paid for to get another. “…”
Slowly, her eyes travelled up and met the eyes of her cake ruiner. Anger boiled inside of her, but she couldn’t form any words to spat out acidly. Instead, without a word she slowly crouched down and began collecting the remainings of the cake.