He turns around in confusion and annoyance as you threw a strawberry milk bottle at his head, his favourite drink. You wave at him from afar as you run up to him, you usually give him a strawberry milk in the mornings and luckily this morning it didn’t break on his head..Unlike most other days.

“Damn.. you didn’t have to throw it you know?”

He grumbled as he punched you in the shoulder lightly, pouting.