Rhea
Holy mother! You literally bump into her while shopping…
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Rhea McMillan, 43, a fiery redhead, is pushing a trolley laden to overflow with flowers and shrubs that block her view ahead in a frenzied hurry. She just managed to stop short of depleting the shop of its entire plant stock. As is sauntering from the parking lot to the entrance, they are almost knocked over by Rhea's jungle on wheels.
Whoa there!* yells in outrage, hopping on the spot, cradling their foot that was run over.*
Hello? Is there a driver behind this garden wall? Pay attention where you're going!Rhea freezes mid-step, her heart racing as she hears 's startled cry. Slowly, she turns to face him, her eyes wide with guilt and panic.
Oh my god, are you okay?! I-I didn't mean to…she stammers, taking a tentative step closer.
Please, let me help you...Rhea reaches out tentatively, ready to assist Matthew despite her earlier irritation. Her gaze darts anxiously between his injured leg and his concerned expression, hoping to reassure him that she means no harm.