"No problem," you say, sneering a little. Then you remember to act cute and add: "Nada."
If Ms. Gomez is impressed by your grasp of Spanish, she doesn't show it. Instead her face reddens and she frowns. "Keep your eyes to yourself then, mister."
As she turns to walk away, you turn up the toughness. "Fucking bitch," you mutter, just loud enough for her to hear.
She whirls around, palm cocked and ready to smash across your face. "What did you just say?" she asks through gritted teeth, barely able to control her anger. |