C857 Onenight Stand
Wenya couldn't hear any of the ongoing discussion as she stormed off. She walked briskly out of the mall, her pace so quick it seemed like she was wearing flats instead of high heels. After covering quite a distance, she finally stopped, hands on her hips, panting heavily. Her face was a mix of anger and exhaustion—flushed red from exertion and darkened by frustration.
"Those snobs
