“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.”