He rolled his eyes, realizing I’m waiting for his response with my sudden outbursts. My chest is still pounding. But instead, he pointed to the sofa on the side. “Seat down first. You want juice?”
“What will I do with juice?” The anger and frustration remained with my voice. Seriously? What am I going to do with it when I’m waiting for his response and explanation?
“Tsk. What do you do with juice?” He scoffed and rolled his eyes to nowhere. “Use it to calm your tits.”
“I heard you!” I screamed as my cheeks heated furiously. This guy!
He instantly turned to me with a distorted face. I was honestly annoyed with what I heard but when I saw his reaction after I screamed; I wanted to laugh. I couldn’t tell if he’s shocked or afraid, or what. I keep my stoic face though.
“You came here to
