Dahlia screamed in fright, almost flinging the bowl in her hands. She tightened her grip on the whisker she had in her hand, angry and shaken at the same time.
"Courtesy," she said through her teeth, "also demands that you fucking do not startle people like that! Especially ladies! What is wrong with you?"
"You really wanna know what is wrong with me, Dahlia?" He asked, "let's start with what happened last night." He shot back at her. He was standing now.
"Did I do something wrong? Did I say something wrong? This minute we were having fun and the next you were acting up towards me, why was that, Dahlia?"
He continued.
