I was sitting at a seat in a coffee café, looking at my phone, when the waiter came over and asked, "Madam, your order?" I told him, "Strawberry milkshake." The waiter went, brought my order, placed it on the table, and said, "Here is your order, Madam." When I said "Thank you," he replied, "You're welcome, Madam," and as he was about to leave,
a guy came and sat right across from me. The waiter took his order and left. Meanwhile, I was playing games on my phone and finished my strawberry milkshake.
About 5 minutes later, the waiter brought his order, placed it on the table, and left.
While he was looking at his phone and sipping his drink, he pushed it a bit to the side—right in front of me. Absorbed in playing games on my phone, I suddenly felt thirsty. Still playing the game, I grabbed the strawberry milkshake sitting in front of me and took a sip.
He wanted to drink some milkshake too. While looking at his phone, he reached out to grab the milkshake in front of him, but his hand hit nothing. Shocked, he looked at me and thought, "What is this? She looks like an educated girl, why couldn't she buy her own with her money? Is she from some famine-stricken area that she's just gulping down the order I placed?" Feeling angry, he suddenly snatched the strawberry milkshake right out of my hand and drank the rest of it while still looking at his phone, completely unaware that I had already almost finished mine.
Because he snatched the milkshake out of my hand right while I was playing the game, my game over-ted. Filled with absolute anger, I stood up and looked at him. He was wearing a white full-sleeve shirt with the top two buttons open, flaunting a muscular body, and a face more handsome than a movie hero's. With his sharp eyes, small nose, and overall stunning smartness, my goodness, the guy was drop-dead handsome! As he looked at his phone, the cool breeze blowing through his hair, and a subtle smile hidden beneath his mustache—I completely lost myself for a moment. I just stood there staring at him like a doll.