“How bad is it?”
The questioned lowered her sun-glasses and exposed cherry-red corneas.
“Oooh, that looks bad.”
“That motherfucker…”
“Hey, he probably didn’t do it on purpose, right?”
“I told him to drop it on my tits…”
“You assumed he was a dropper when he’s obviously a sprayer. That was your first mistake.”
“Fuck him.”
“Don’t be so hard on him.”
“Why the fuck not?”
“He was excited, and you’re a looker, Maria.”
“Whatever.”
Maria’s phone buzzed and she turned it to read the message. A giggle followed.
“What?”
“He apologized.”
“See? A true gentleman.”
“Ha, alriiiight.”
