Mia Ginger was completely stunned.
Her eyes were wide open, listening to the surrounding exclamations and discussions, she felt anger boiling over.
It wasn't even May yet, and a cup of ice-cold cola was poured over her head, the ice cubes pattered down to the ground, making her face feel like it had gone through a fridge—sticky, cold, and the chill seeped into her heart, making her shiver uncontrollably.
"Windsor Myres," Mia Ginger called out through gritted teeth.
Windsor Myres bit her lip and glared at her, as if only now had she felt slightly relieved.
Mia Ginger raised her hand, picked up her untouched cup of cola, and with a "splash," flung it over as well.
Behind Windsor Myres was a wall, and the ice cubes crashed against it, causing another round of shrieks and shouts from the customers.
"You splashed me back?"
Before Windsor Myres finished speaking, Mia Ginger's burger flew over as well.
