 Anashti l Brat Pack l Sally & Dr. Finklestein
She was quite disappointed when the man fell instead of just dropping the suitcase like she’d been hoping. She was really quite hopeful it would have popped open so she could see what it was he had on him. And even more so after his actions of the fall, in which he protected the case entirely and didn’t seem to have any regard for stopping himself from any potential injury. Not that she’d hit him THAT hard but… still it was notable.
She looked down at the man for a moment, entirely unphased by his anger. She would have offered a hand down - probably to offer to take the case so he could still get up and then try dropping it again - but he was already clamoring to his feet. “Oh, I’m so sorry! It’s hard to make it through a busy street, you know, without bumping into someone. Are you okay? Your belongings?” She pointedly looked at the briefcase again, before her eyes flicked back up to his and Min tried to offer a smile in hopes it appeared genuine. “Can I get you a coffee or something to make up for the incident?”
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