"Damn it!" He furiously hissed between his teeth, feeling the hot liquid spread across his chest. "Are you stupid or something?" He angrily added as he pulled the hot sticky shirt away from his skin.
Zach stopped by the nearby coffee shop on his way to work. The coffee provided to them in his department tasted like shit. If he would survive two months in this place, he, at least, needed a decent coffee.
"I am sorry! It was an accident." A feminine voice anxiously said as he saw a hand, in his peripheral, waving before him. "Let me help you with that." Then, she dabbed a piece of tissue in his soiled shirt and coat.
"Stop it! You are just making it worse." He irritatedly swiped her hands away from him, not appreciating her effort to help.
