The speaker was a young man in his twenties, and seated across from him was his blind date.
Hearing this, she couldn't help but roll her eyes at him. "Figures," she said with disdain. "Nine and a half out of ten of you men can't see through a manipulative girl's act. Her behavior was so affected, and all that passive-aggressive nonsense she was spouting, pretending to be magnanimous... It gave me the creeps. I almost lost my temper several times."
"Girl, you are not alone! I was just telling my husband, and he said I was overthinking it. Can't even see a scheming bitch when she's right in front of them. These stupid men, not a single one is reliable."
The stupid men: "..." Alright, alright, stop attacking us!
Arabella Donovan couldn't help but smile as she listened to the surrounding chatter. "This is a democracy; the minority must yield to the majority. It seems everyone is quite interested in your story. If I don't continue, I might just incur the public's wrath, you know."
