Chloe just stepped on the paper to clear a path.”

“She didn’t just step on it,” I said, looking straight at Chloe.

“She put her leather boot on his drawing, looked him in the eye, and twisted her heel until the paper tore into four pieces.”

Chloe twisted the leather strap of her designer handbag, her neck flushing red.

“He yelled at me for touching his stupid paper,” she whined, her voice climbing to a high pitch.

“He got right in my face.”