I spat on him.
You know those moments where everything is going too well and then all of a sudden a ball of spit just flies out and hits the person square in their face?
Yea well, I was now frozen, unsure of what to do as he wiped it off. At least he laughed.
"I'm so sorry," I cringe and he laughs even louder.
"That's okay, it happend to the best of us." He shrugs, grabbing one of my wings and shoving it into his face, but at that point I was still traumatized.
"So tell me Mrs. Montigo, why are you in a hotel, and not home with your husband?" He tilts his head and I slowly munch on my breadsticks.
"Oh well, y'know, just a lovers quarrel." I let out a nervous laugh.
"Right." He nods, raising an eyebrow
"Please If you're gonna-"
"No, no I'm done." He says quietly, practically inha
