He slammed the paper down on the table with one hand and spilled hot coffee from the cup in his left hand. Some of it hit his forearm, but most spilled on the floor, splashing his bare feet. He clenched his jaw and tossed the ceramic mug into the sink. His ear flinched at the cracking sound. The handle probably just broke off, but he didn’t care. The coffee on the floor could fuck off, too. He huffed and puffed his way out of the kitchen.
