Wally and you of course got in an argument again. Before he threw his hot, decaf coffee right on your shirt; practically making it see-through.

"Bitch, I'll do it fucking again and make it sloppy for ya!" He'd shout out in a small pout. Crossing his arms over his chest.

"Did you threatened me?!" You'd snarl out.

He'd sigh. "No... I'm flirting with you! Flash me a titty pesk..." He'd say, Turning his head away and placing a hand over his face; Twiddling with a strand of hair.