So he's angry, too. Hm. Shirley can very well deal with that. "You're allowed," she reasoned out, answering with a raised eyebrow. "I didn't mean it as a literal question, skater-boy. Just so you know." She stepped back, and instinctively, her hand went to her pendant. She's satisfied with her answer, and proceeded on leaving but then, this skater-guy hit the sore spot. She froze, and then sharply turned back to the skater guy.
She crossed her arms and glared at the guy. Whoever was he, Shirley knew she didn't like him. And she was also wondering. Why, of all the demigods she have to run to, why is this skater guy? "I'm also wondering why it always have to be you." Shirley purposely emphasized the word 'you.' "It's like the gods always made me meet with you," she shot back. She pursed her lips to stop another comment in return to his stupid word. "And who are you?" she asked bitingly.
Ugh. Why, Hecate, does this day have to so bad? Why did she have to meet skater guy? And she didn't even knew his name. She believed she had seen him somewhere other than that Commons Area, but she can't place it.