I slurped on my coffee quite loudly to infuriate him and it seemed to be working but he didn't say anything. I pleaded with his stone-cold heart that we should stay a bit at the coffee place so could enjoy my food but he refused, so I planned to become quite obnoxious till we got to the cinemas.
“Must you behave like this?” he asked irritated.
“How do you mean?” I asked sarcastically.
“Don't you see a problem with the way you act?” His voice increased slightly, a martyred look of irritation on his brows.
“Try to enjoy the ride, I have no clue of what you speak of,” I shrugged, slurping even louder on my coffee.
He groaned in frustration, “Zipporah please stop drinking like that.”
“Like what?”
“The way you are slurping on the coffee line it's the best thing in the–”
“You're bickeri
