[ the food wasn't meant to hit her, and even shoyo is still flinching his eyes closed as he's pelted with too-soft tomatoes— the sounds keep coming, but not the weight of a hit. the athlete opens his eyes, and there before him is a girl that has wedged herself between the produce stall's clerk and shoyo.

he's a pleasure hunting pest, the burly woman remarks and spits at their feet. and you're just the same if you're wasting your time on him! ]

H-Hey—Hey, [ more than stunned with the girl's actions toward him, a random stranger, and encourages him to push himself in front of her. he's small, but he'd got guts. he was going to stay quiet and leave with no problems, but— she just stuck her neck out there for him. he can't just stay quiet about it. ] you can have beef with my job all you want, but she's got nothing to do with it! All she's doing is being a better person than you!

[ that seems to strike a nerve: why you— ]