“You’ve got some attitude for someone who clearly failed physics and manners,” Yuki retorted....Aila blinked once. Then, very calmly, she tilted her cup and dumped the rest of her iced drink on Yuki’s head. Sticky. Fizzy. Ice cube sliding down the collar of his jacket....His mouth parted in stunned disbelief, blinking as droplets slid off his lashes.... But Aila? Oh, she wasn’t done. She turned, looked at the bar, reached out and grabbed someone’s half-finished mango spritz — and without hesitation, poured that, too, on his already soaked head. She even grabbed a lemon slice and gently places it on his head. “Now you look as bitter as you sound,” she said sweetly. “Enjoy the rest of your evening, Mr. Ego.”...Yuki just stood there. Dripping. Wide-eyed....Yuki huffed. Hard. Then, without a word, he turned around — grabbed a tiny chocolate éclair from Alex’s plate — and stalked right back up to her. With zero hesitation, he smeared the creamy filling across her cheek, slowly, right below her highlighter. “There,” Yuki said, his voice flat. “Now your makeup matches your personality — artificial and overly sweet.”
well this is what happens when i get spammed with Yuki's content while my exams r going on ...ps shall i make a story on this?