The Art of Hating You
Sara's eyes lit up with a plan, and she forced a bright smile onto her face, pretending that everything was fine.
The woman set the cups down on the table, and Sara's hand shot out, grabbing one of the cups. Before anyone could react, she hurled the scalding hot coffee directly at Franklin's pants.
Franklin let out a loud yelp as the hot liquid splashed onto his lap, and Nova's eyes widened in shock. "Oh my god, Sara, what are you doing?" Nova exclaimed.
Sara's smile never wavered, but her voice took on a cold, icy tone. "I'm helping Mr. Franklin to get down his horniness," she said, her words dripping with sarcasm. "It's a little something I like to call 'coffee therapy.'."