"You are grouchy."
Serena whipped her head around to glare at Ella, who had made the comment, her eyes narrowing in disbelief. "I'm grouchy? How can you say that? Did you not see that idiot slam on his brakes at the last second, practically begging for an accident? And then, he had the audacity—the sheer gall—to step out of his car, puff up his chest, and try to pin the whole mess on me!"