A Weird Guest

“Your mouth is like garbage!” Liz shouted as she stood up and pointed at the man who had just insulted her.

He had a handsome face—slightly long wavy hair, sharp, light brown eyes—but his mouth wasn't as pretty as his face.

“Wait, Witch! Did you just insult me? You didn't apologize; instead, you became angry with me?" The man pointed to his damaged laptop.

Liz glanced at it and actually felt guilty, but the man's rude attitude was too annoying.

“Do you even know what's in there? Work and…”

“Why should I care?” Liz brushed the dust off her coat and walked past the man. She didn’t care.

“Hey!” The man grabbed Liz's arm.

“Where do you think you’re going? Don’t you feel guilty? Shouldn't you be responsible?!” he shouted.

“Guilty? You were walking in the street with your laptop open and coffee in hand! Even the wind could mak