Lisbeth had a horrible habit of not really being cautious of her surroundings when she was in a public place. That was how she'd gotten her laptop almost stolen but ultimately broken in the tunnelbana back home. She faltered in her steps; back home - with Mimmi, the bars, Armansky, and even Mikael Fucking Blomkvist. Whatever. Maybe it was better this way for all of them. She was such a burden to deal with. Her gait picked up once more.
All through this, she didn't see the man walking in the opposite direction, seemingly not wanting to move. So, when looking from the outside in, it was clear that it was Lisbeth's fault for their sudden collision two seconds later.
Even though she would blame him if anyone asked her her side of the story. Lisbeth moved quickly away from him, a wide-eyed searing glare in her eyes.]
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All through this, she didn't see the man walking in the opposite direction, seemingly not wanting to move. So, when looking from the outside in, it was clear that it was Lisbeth's fault for their sudden collision two seconds later.
Even though she would blame him if anyone asked her her side of the story. Lisbeth moved quickly away from him, a wide-eyed searing glare in her eyes.]