Memories of the night in the hotel comes back into my mind, how we'd both fight at little things and I'd call him i***t and p*****t and I would in very much want to jump at any opportunity to pick a fight with him.
"I didn't know who you were," I reply in my defence.
"Yeah, but that didn't stop you from putting me in my place at the grand square restaurant." He reminds me with amused eyes.
"You called me names!" I exclaim, dramatically. "You were rude and it was uncalled for."
"And this morning?" He raises his eyebrow questionably at me, "I recall you calling me a sick, twisted bastard and also a coward."
I open my mouth to speak, but I close them as I had nothing to make out as an excuse. After reading into his words, I do not understand what he is trying to say anymore I just watch
