C32 Richardson's Suspicion

"Shit! You do have a bad taste! Why serve me an iced cold coffee when you know I like it hot and even more, when it's cinnamon dulce", he yelled angrily, his face bleaching as he tossed the straw-cup to a considerable distance from him.

"Well, let's say I couldn't do that, knowing fully well that you were surely fuming back in here