Layton glared across the table at him and prodded at her half-eaten frozen yogurt with her plastic spork. "If Mighty Boosh was really on I'd probably be over a Griffin's watching it. Not here. Believe me. But, unless you were just lying, the last one doesn't come on until tommorrow. Tonight's just a crap load of the entire series over again until the new one comes on." Layton continued to prod at her dessert, each one getting more forceful as her anger built.
Finally she stood up and tossed her treat in the trash, striding out of the place. She wasn't going to talk to some guy who thought it fine to do what he did. From behind her the shop door dinged, signaling either someone going in or out. Layton turned her head slightly, catching a glimpse of Jordan. Her lips raised up in a snarl while a growl rumbled low in her chest. As long as there was five or six metres seperating her and him, she was fine.
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