Unable to contain it any longer, he bent over into a violent cough, tears and mucus covering his face, feeling absolutely miserable.
Louis Snyder stood by, a look of apology on his face but a touch of cold disdain in his eyes, "I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose, are you alright, Mr. Hanson?"
Owen Hanson was furious, wanted to curse, but as soon as he opened his mouth, his throat felt incredibly uncomfortable, disrupting even his breathing. Struggling to open his eyes, everything appeared blurry, but he did make out the smug curve at the corner of the young man's lips.
He was exasperated, "you...you did that on purpose, didn't you."
Louis Snyder had little reaction. His voice carried a shroud of feigned helplessness and innocence, "Mr. Hanson, I really didn't do it on purpose. I just didn't see you there. If you're upset, why not splash me with a glass of water too?"