"You, Sir," the woman said, appearing to grow, swelling with indignant rage. "You, Sir, are nothing but an unpleasant lump!"
The man she was talking to stepped back, shock on his face. He opened his mouth but appeared unable to reply. The woman stepped forward, perhaps sensing her advantage. Her finger prodded the man in his chest, sinking into his flesh.
"You need to apologise to this young woman," she indicated the blond woman standing next to her. She was small but stood as if she was made of pure power. If I had to choose one of them as an enemy I'm not sure I could pick one: they both seemed pretty scary. The man backed away again.
"Please don't touch me," he said. "That's assault. I could get you arrested for that." The older woman, her prodding finger still very much in use, stepped forward.
"Fine," she said. "Would you like to phone the police? Or shall I?" The short blond woman took out her phone and offered it to the man.
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