I gazed through the glass door, taking in her disheveled appearance. Her hair is a tangled mess, and for the first time since I've met her, she had no makeup on her face. For a moment, her appearance reminded me of myself in the past few days.
I opened the door, expecting her to walk in calmly. But instead, she surprises me by stepping into the bakery shop with a fiery determination in her eyes. Before I can react, her palm connects with my cheek, and I stumbled backwards, staggering to regain my balance.
The slap caught me off guard, and my ear rang from the impact. My head spun, and for a moment, I was disoriented.
I looked up to see her standing in front of me, her eyes burning with rage and her hand still raised from the slap.
“How dare you?” She said as she dropped her hand to
