It was at that exact point in time that Sean realized he fucked up.
"Well?" Marie said with her sassy, resting bitch face voice.
"What?" The culprit kept his firm and cocky nature.
"Nah. I'm fine, thanks."
"That's not a request."
"Is it a plea?" A big smile rises on the male's face as he shoves it into the woman's.
"Do you have a death wish?"
"If I do, who will make it come true?"
She held her silence.
"What I thought so. I'm a bad, bad, man, and there's nothing you can do about it."
Seeing him strut around, her switch flicked.
She grabbed him by the collar and whacked over the chin.
"What's that, champ?"
"I'm sorry." Sean's cheeks moved like a river about to meet the waterfall.