"I'll say it again: What the hell do you mean by 'I'm sorry I bumped into you'?! Are you even a man?! Take responsibility! Tell me to my face that you're looking to pick a fight with a 14 year old girl!"
The man looked around nervously, finding him surrounded by a large group who would probably take the girl's words at face value. The crowd that had formed watched with rapt attention at the confrontation between the young teenager and mid-20s salaryman.
"But... I didn't mean to bump into you. It's a big crowd. And I'm apologizing," the man said hesitantly.
"So you're trying to get my attention so you can sex me, you sick pervert?! SELF DEFENSE OVERDRRIVE!" the girl shouted indignantly, before performing a well formed if heavily improvised kick into the man's leg, the man falling over with a grimace.
"What the f- OW! God damn it, what did I do to you?!"
"Insult my honor!" the girl replied, giving him a light tap to the head that would knock him conscious.
Murmurs about the damn sex offenders in this town and where to get the self defense classes she was taking went unnoticed as Caligetta strolled into the nearby cafe: Zepelli's.
She sat down at the only table with familiar faces and greeted her comrades with a nod.
"Could you add another coffee please? Two sugars. And milk."