She took a long hit of coffee while looking up and down the street like she was debating escape. “Don’t even think about it,” I told her. “You’d spill your coffee.” When those pretty hazel eyes went wide, I knew I’d hit the mark. “Fine. But only because this is the best latte I’ve had in my entire life. And is that your idea of an apology? Because just like the way you ask people if something’s wrong, it sucks.” “It was an explanation. Take it or leave it.” I didn’t waste time doing things that didn’t matter. Like making small talk or apologizing.
