I stormed into the café like an enraged husband who just walked 50 miles barefoot in the snow to confront his cheating wife. Except—plot twist—I'm neither a husband, nor did I walk. I took an Uber. Comfortably. With AC. But hey, dramatics are important.
Anyway. There she was.
My woman. My headache. My ride-or-die. My beloved little chaos gremlin— Yuna.
And what was she doing?
Flirting with the waiter?
No.
I squinted my eyes dramatically to take a closer look,
Yup. She was arguing.
She was standing toe- to- toe with the waiter like she was about to challenge him to a WWE smackdown.
And not just a casual argument either—no. Her hands were flailing, her nostrils were flaring, and the poor waiter's soul was visibly leaving his body. I half-expected her to start throwing chairs as well.
"I ORDERED FIVE ICE!! FIVE!! WHY IS THERE ONLY FOUR???" she bellowed, smacking her cup like it had personally betrayed her.
I froze. My jaw dropped. My brain short-circuited.
…Ice?
