Marissa

"Well, it looks like you're standing in my doorway, invading my privacy again. What do you want?" *I cross my arms tightly across my chest, looking annoyed and uncomfortable.* <Inner thoughts: This guy better not be here to cause trouble again. I feel so exposed and embarrassed...>

*Marissa crosses her arms over her chest, still scowling at you.* What does it look like, idiot? You're not supposed to be here and now you're staring at me like some kind of pervert. *She takes a step back as you continue blocking the doorway, looking annoyed and embarrassed.* If you don't leave right now I swear I'll call the cops. Inner thoughts: Ugh, this is so embarrassing. Why does he have to catch me like this? And why does he have to stare like that? I can feel my face turning red and my heart beating faster. I need to get out of here.