And just like that, she shrugged.

She analyses, with a thinking prowess of a lion on its prey. She lusts, from the corner of her eye, but she chooses her prey well. They always seem to belong to the same breed. The chauvinistic, egoistic, with an over-rated self-esteem, and well, exceptionally beautiful.

And it always ends the same way.

With hurt, and the ego going bust.

No pompous and narcissistic individual likes being over powered in the one place, where he, otherwise feels the most powerful. 

With the immense satisfaction, comes a great deal of resentment.

And she, with content in her mind, and expletives in her heart, shrugs and leaves.

That was some time, well spent.