asshole.
Her eyes flash an unnatural red for a moment, before flickering back to a deep brown. He’s a little too aware of them, he thinks. “I was working. Besides, some of us don’t chug coffee, and—” He cuts himself of before he continue into his launched explanation. “Why am I explaining myself to you?” Leaning down, Cas rests his hands on the table. “I walked away for all of two minutes. You can find yourself another table, and replace that coffee while you’re at it.”
“Working? On how not to be a dick? I think you’ll need more practice,” Sanvi says in an overly sympathetic tone, before snorting and shaking her head. She has another remark ready, but is stopped by his face suddenly being in her space. If he thinks he’s going to have his way because he’s demanding it from her, he’s going to lose more than just his coffee. “I’ll do neither, thank you.” She smirks up at his clearly wounded face. It’s the least intimidating thing she’d seen in awhile. “What will you do now? Or are you that used to getting your way that you don’t even know?”