Outfit
Katya was the type of chick to ask someone why they were staring. It was literally as simple as that. She could probably trace the habit back to being a means to combat straight boys in high school, but like, look. Life wasn’t always that meaningful and philosophical.
Sometimes people just did shit because they did shit.
So after the door jingled, and after the wind swept her hair towards her face, she noticed the stare-er.
”What?” Katya asked openly, blowing her bangs back to where they belonged.