“Excuse me?”
“No,” Lena said again, with the same calm.
The silence lasted less than a second.
Then Diane grabbed the mug and threw the hot coffee directly at Lena’s face.
The pain was immediate, scalding and shocking, and Lena heard herself cry out before she could stop it.The coffee splashed across her cheek, neck, collarbone, and the front of her blouse. The mug shattered on the tile near her feet. She pressed her hand against the burning skin of her face and felt her eyes fill with tears from the pain alone.