“Shit. I’m so sorry.” She scowls hard enough to make me take a step back. “You’re sorry?” “It slipped.” “It wouldn’t have been in your hands had you not accosted me.” “Accosted? A bit dramatic, don’t you think?” A small laugh escapes me. My reaction seems to fuel the fire behind her eyes. “I’ll show you dramatic.” With a burst of impressive speed, she grabs my phone from my back pocket and tosses it like a football into the sink. The glass screen hits the side of a heavy metal pot before plunging to the bottom of the sink. Both of our mouths drop open as the cracked screen flickers once before
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