Or maybe the more accommodating seat was not accommodative at all. The girl was a total snub.
"Hi," Afina had waved as she sat on the seat but had gotten only a grunt as a response.
She had hung her hand that was waving in the air and enclosed it after stuffing her lips together.
"Snub." she also grunted under her breath, hoping to hell the girl heard her.
By the rich balmy ambrosial scent softly emanating from the girl, Afina knew she was a conglomerate daughter no doubt. What she wondered was which of the conglomerate families she belonged to.
Maybe she should have paid more attention to the trend always going on on the internet about the conglomerate families, especially their daughters or heirs.
Those kinds of news irk her that was why she stayed away from the internet and also mostly because she could not afford it.
