...[Manolo stares into his bowl for a moment before taking another bite. A lot of the good cheer from just seconds ago bleeds right out of him, and he looks entirely too morose for someone with some ice cream and a screwdriver -- or maybe it's the perfect image of someone who feels as pitiful he does in that moment.
Either way, he answers with a sigh:]
I made Joaquin angry, and...now he won't speak to me.
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Either way, he answers with a sigh:]
I made Joaquin angry, and...now he won't speak to me.