Here We Go Again

[Omi]

Komachi had anticipated a similar outburst, and pre-empted Tal by taking a smart step backwards. It proved to be a good idea, as the disgusting spray of cheap coffee was revolting to even look at, to say nothing of being caught in it. She wrinkled her nose. Gross.

Unfortunately, she hadn't anticipated Tal to make any sort of outraged gesture, and his outstretched arm caught her square in the face with a sharp thump.

"Ow!" she whined, clutching her nose theatrically. He'd barely given her more than a sharp tap, but she knew it would annoy him anyway. "What the hell, man? That's assault." God, he was an asshole. "Did you thwack Eliza like that before you skipped out on paying for your date? I know alllll about it - she name-dropped you while we were working the lanes together in Shikoku." It was delightful to turn the screw, watching him grimace and squirm like a rat caught in a trap. The coffee was congealing into a revolting sort of wet, sugary slop on the ground, mixing with the rainwater and practically defacing the pavement. "Didn't you ever even say sorry? That's cold, man."

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