Intrusive
“Hiya, Tay-Tay! Just having a beer. Cool shindig,” Kathy called. Any semblance of calm Taylor had went out the window. She loathed the pet name. Why was this woman making such a nuisance of herself? This wasn’t just friendliness; this was intrusive.
Rolling her eyes, Taylor turned away. She refused to let Kathy spoil her good time, choosing to avoid her for the remainder of the party. She sent Kathy dirty looks from afar, not kicking her out but silently promising this was the last time.
But she was mistaken.