Emily brushed past Leslie and bumped right into her.
Leslie was wearing heels and a tight skirt today, walking gracefully and turning heads as usual. The shove almost made her fall flat, and if Olivia hadn't reached out to steady her, she really would've hit the ground.
"My bad, Leslie. Totally didn't mean that," Emily said, all innocent.
Olivia was furious, her nostrils practically flaring.
"Are you serious, Emily? The walkway's wide enough for a truck, how'd you still manage to slam into her? You call that an accident?"
Emily shot her a smug look, then turned to Tristan. "Tristan, do you think I did that on purpose?"
Tristan clearly had zero interest in this drama. "I wasn't looking," he said flatly.
Which, to be fair, was true.
Emily snorted. So he was playing
