Chapter 75 – Family Breakfast
- “Oh my god, Daniel,” I spit, blushing beet red and leaning forward across the table. “Are you serious? Before coffee?”
- He leans back in his chair and glares at me. “What, do you think coffee is going to make this any better?”
- “Yah,” I say, snatching his own tiny espresso cup from its place in front of him and quickly draining it. Screw him, I need this way more than he does.