“You intimidate them, Chloe.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
I would love to start this pondering off with a rhetorical question, but there’s really no point, is there? Did that make you feel weird? Good.
Apparently I have an innate ability to make people, specifically men, feel as though their masculinity is dwindling as I stare them down, and their ankles have suddenly realized the Achilles heels had been hit. They would be next.
Except, I’m not staring, I’m smiling, and I’m asking how their day was.
