Abby didn’t meant to piss you off, but she wouldn’t apologize either. So when you scoffed at her for coming up behind you she rolled her eyes. “Stop it.” She’d grumble, upset by your avoidance of her. When you kept your focus, she grabbed your patrol bag. Rummaging through it her hand settles on a bottle of Don Julio. She picks it up, raising her eyebrows. “Is this…Don Julio?”