DAMIEN
☆Flashback☆
"You can't even make a simple cup of black coffee?!" I shout, tossing the cup aside as if
it's worthless. She served me milk coffee, but I can't stand milk in my coffee.
Lyssa flinches at my outburst, her features painted with terror. Instantly, my anger melts into guilt. It's not her fault; I haven't told her that I don't like milk coffee. With a sigh, I say, "I don't like milk in my coffee."
"I know," she replies, prompting a frown from me. "I wanted to try making milk coffee
that tastes like black coffee, so experimented with it." My brows shoot up at her explanation. She turns to me with a pout, saying, "But you just threw it away without tasting. You could have politely asked for black coffee.Why act so rudely?" She glares at me.
I'm torn between the fact that she intentionally made me something I didn't want and how cute she looks at the moment. A part of me wants to kiss her plump lips.
