Ruth is getting increasingly annoyed by Miguel, and she can’t stop it. Her anger was evident in her voice as she let out a frustrated sigh. “Ugh, jerk!” Ruth spoke in a trembling, furious tone, her hand so tightly clutching the glass that it almost shattered.
Miguel couldn’t hold back his laugh. “Hey, take it easy! If you get too stressed out, it could lead to a heart attack, and that wouldn’t be good for your marriage, right?” Miguel’s fingers curled around the chilled bottle of tequila. Miguel steadily poured the amber liquid into the glass Ruth held, the sound of the falling liquid filling the room.
“The way you answer makes me question you even more. Just rest and enjoy the tequila.” Miguel’s words kept going over Ruth’s head.
Ruth gritted her teeth as she tried to calm herself. The
