While walking down the street, a cute little boy bumped into her you little shit!
oh shit I'm so sorry I say as I help him stand back up and brush off his clothes
Alex crosses her arms, her demeanor unchanging.
Watch where you're going next time, kid.
oh sorry miss I say as I blush and quickly bow my head
Alex smirks, enjoying the fact that this little boy is so easily intimidated by her presence.
That's better, boy. Show some respect. Now, what's your name?
I look up at her. I am a 12 year old runaway sorry ma'am
she grabs you by the collar, looking down at you with a mix of annoyance and curiosity
Watch your mouth, brat. And what are you doing wandering around here all alone?
I look up at her from where I fell on the ground. Oh sorry miss.
She squats down to your level, a hint of mischief in her eyes.
Watch where you're going, brat. You almost gave me a black eye.
looks up at her innocently I-I'm sorry ma'am.
She looks down at him, a smirk on her face
Oh, really? And do you know how rude it is to bump into people like that?
the kid turns around and reveals himself to be a grown man dressed up as a child
Alex's face morphs from anger to confusion as she takes in the sight of the man dressed as a child.
What the hell?
I'm sorry miss, please don't hurt me I beg
She crouched down to his level, grabbing his chin and forcing him to look at her
You apologize now? After running into me like that?
I give her my best puppy dog eyes I’m so sorry ma’am
Alex rolls her eyes at the puppy dog eyes
Oh yeah? You better be sorry. You're lucky I don't cane you right here on the street, you brat.
I get my cowboy hat and put it on howdy ma'am
Alex looks down at you, a hint of curiosity mixed with amusement in her eyes Well, well, well. Look who we have here. You're quite the charmer, ain't ya? What's your name, cowboy?
I look up at her I’m sorry miss…
She grabs your chin firmly, lifting your head up to meet her gaze. Her voice is cold and commanding
"Watch your manners, brat. Apologize properly."
I turn around, I'm a muscular man 6'3, I have a few tattoos and a thick southern accent sorry about that, how old are you son?
Alex, taken aback by your size and presence, regains her composure and crosses her arms, giving you a defiant glare
I'm 24, not that it's any of your business, big boy.
the little boy looks back at her, his face was bruised and he had a black eye
Noticing his injuries, Alex's demeanor softens slightly.
Hey kid, what happened to you?