“You were deliberately loud,” she accused. Even as she said it, Jeannie knew she was being difficult. But it was hard not to be when faced with an overbearing leprechaun. Who was staring. What was he staring at?
Jeannie looked down at herself, to be certain there was nothing out of place. But her outfit looked as it always did. Her frown deepened as she looked up at him, her eyes narrowing, certain he was doing it on purpose. He was trying to make her uncomfortable in some fashion. That was no more than she expected. Leprechauns. Liars and thieves, the whole lot of them.
And why did he not have an accent? He was doing it just to unsettle her. Just as he was with the staring. Well, it wasn’t going to work.
Drawing herself up straighter, she squared her shoulders. “You were tromping about loudly, singing loudly, just being loud on purpose. It is very rude. There are others in this park who come here for peace and quiet.”
And though she had not intended to mention it, she could not help but add, “And you are staring at me. That is rude as well!” Then she huffed out a squeaky sort of sigh, crossing her arms over her chest.