Andrea
“I cannot believe you did that!” I screamed at him, pouting in the passenger seat of his car. “I just, ugh! I really need a car, Chris, and I will never go shopping with you again.” I turned my head out the window, the aroma coming off my clothes was making me even more upset.
“I told you I was sorry.” He said, trying to hide his laughter.
“You’re not sorry. You did this on purpose.” He froze slightly and then shook his head. He acted like I didn’t notice, but I did. I noticed and he is going to pay. “You purposely spilled the iced coffee on me. And the fact that it smells like Irish Creme? Gross. I hate Irish Creme. You did it on purpose. Now my shirt is ruined and I stink.”
“You’ll be fine. Just soak the shirt in club soda o
