She knew she hated his guts from the moment she first laid eyes him. Something about his smile, his presence, the way he carried himself made rage boil within her. She couldn’t stand to see his face,  equipped with a toothy grin and all, eyes lively as he talked excitedly about his day with his friends. She saw him and saw red. 

He had no idea who she was. They had never spoken, and their paths wouldn’t come to cross for a while longer. So why did she hate him so much? 

He was so unbearably happy all the time. And she saw through it.