“Let me get a look at your hands.” “They’re fine.” He peels back my fingers to inspect the raw flesh. “They’re not fine.” “I’ll find some gloves for tomorrow.” I tug my hand free from his grip. “I’d better finish.” “You’re the most stubborn…” He stalks out of the stall. I can’t make out the rest of his tirade, but I’m pretty certain he swears a few times.
