“That woman I used to love, the one you look like? She’s dead now.” His coffee sloshes past the rim of the cup and splashes onto the tile floor. I hop back. Heart pounding, I say, “Sorry to hear that,” and march to the exit. “Hope you have a good night.” Behind me, the man shouts, “I killed that bitch!”
Chile, what?? 0 to 100 real quick o___O
