The next morning, Sophia with seating down looking at a coffee in front of her like it was part of the reason she wasn't in a good mood, she certainly didn't have the appetite but somehow she blamed the coffee for being part of the reason why she has anxiety building up that she couldn't explain
The next minute she was fussing about the coffee and not just looking at it, she had earlier taken only a sip,
to her it tasted really bad that she was disgusted merely thinking about it.
She woke up on the wrong side of the bed and everything annoyed her greatly even a cup of coffee that was perfectly prepared.
When she had a first sip of it, she had glared angrily at the man who mad the coffee.
"Do you need your brain cells to tell you that milk is much?"
"I..didn't" he tried to explain
"I get it, your brain cells need protein" she scoffed at first and then started an annoying laugh even if what she had said wasn't funny
