Take off your shirt

DAVION

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"Shit!" I cussed out loudly at the impact of the coffee that had just stained my shirt. How did I go from arguing to fighting over a cup of coffee with this woman? The things she makes me do is just out of this world.

"I'm so sorry Sir." She apologized while I tried to wipe off the stains with my hands as if it would make any difference if I do. I stood up from my chair and darted my eyes to the transparent glass to see my already ruined dress.

"I honestly didn't mean to. If you had just listened and stopped arguing with me then none of this would've happened." She cried out. Her voice had taken a higher note.

"I only asked you to serve me coffee but you just decided to be Ursula instead."

She glared at me wide-eyed. "What did you just call me?"

"See?" I pointed to myself. "We're arguing again and I haven't even fixed this first problem yet."

"And that's because you always get on my nerves." She countered. "Every time, you do so say something that always sets me off. I'm begi