Boiling Point

Hazel

My foot taps furiously on the floor, arms crossed over my chest like a shield.

Nora sits beside me with that infuriatingly neutral expression, while across from us, Maya lounges in nothing but a towel, gnawing on her fingernails like a child.

Her sex partner is thankfully gone, but my anger once again? It's still very much here.

"May," Nora begins, after a solid thirty seconds of awkward, us