"Good day, Fiona," Celia said with a composed smile, keeping her posture calm and poised.
"Oh, shut up," Fiona snapped, aggressively twirling her car keys between her fingers, the metallic jangle sharp against the tense air.
Rafael said nothing. He simply stared at Fiona with an icy, furious look, his jaw tight, his body still, he was barely restraining his anger.
Fiona stalked closer, her heels clicking sharply on the pavement, "Are you not even going to ask me what the problem is?" she demanded.
"No. f**k off," Rafael replied immediately, his voice cold and final. His arm extended protectively toward Celia. "And you" he snapped at Fiona, "don't you ever speak to her like that again. Let this be the last time."
Fiona’s face twisted in disbelief, "Are you f*****g serious? When did you
