finally taking a sip of the coffee. Only to spit it out, spraying the hot liquid across the shiny floor. Olivia roars with laughter, clutching the edge of the island as if it’s the only thing keeping her seated. The salty taste in my mouth makes my tongue itch. “What the fuck!?” I bellow. She just laughs harder. “You poisoned my coffee!?” More heaving giggles leave her clutching her stomach, tears rolling down her cheeks. “That depends,” She laughs so hard the anger in me almost dissipates. Almost. But I’m too furious right now to truly appreciate that laugh. “You allergic to salt?”
Oh that’s petty. 😂 and I’m here for it. 😂
