Starbucks ; J.G
I gasp as a hot drink spills over my body. I look up filled with fury and look them directly in the eyes, the mysterious person backs up while I shoot them death glares.
"I'm so sorry..." He says.
"Whatever,it's fine..." I say, grabbing the napkins out of his hands.
"Here, I'll shout you a new shirt..." He says, holding my shoulder.
"No, it's fine" I say groaning and walking away, feeling his eyes on me.