“There is nothing to work out.” Willow rose to her feet and thrust her glass forward. Champagne splashed over Eli’s face. Eli sputtered, scooting his chair back loudly as he spread his arms. Champagne dripped down his face and hair. “Willow! What the fuck?” A hush fell over the restaurant, but Willow didn’t care. She’d cause as much of as scene as she damn well pleased. “You’re a self-centered, manipulative asshole, and we’re through.”
YES GIRL!
