Suddenly, she scoffed and snatched the cup. "Oh, come on, Randall! You're acting like this because the delivery guy forgot to leave out the cilantro this morning? Are you seriously this upset over something so small?"
"Well then, if you've got a problem, take it out on me. Not on this coffee! Devon put effort into this, you know. He's being nice here!"
"Goodness, you're being ridiculous again!"
Right then, she downed the whole thing in one go, not leaving a single drop.
It's kind of funny, really. She couldn't care less about the coffee I used to make, but when Devon made it, she acted like it was precious.
She stormed out, slamming the door, and her guy quickly followed her, leaving me standing there like an idiot.
In the 10 years we'd been together, I'd lost count of how many times she'd walked out on me.
Every single fight, she's got this habit of storming off, expecting me to chase after her, apologize, and make things right.
But this time, the hell with that!
Before clocking out, I grabbed my printed resignation letter, ready to head to the HR's office.