Loudmouth

"Argh…"

The couple shifted their attention to the man who mumbled under his breath when the hot coffee fell on his shiny black shoes.

Alvin appeared apathetic. He would have been satisfied if Berwick had thrown the hot coffee on himself instead of his shoe. He watched his wife's overacting. 

"Oops… Vice-captain Thomas, are you alright? Did you burn yourself?" 

Alvin shook his head in his mind hearing the concern in her tone. It was obviously overacting. She will be calm as a Clam if she has to face a stranger in any situation. He couldn't understand why the stupid vice-captain didn't realize yet. 

Well, he didn't know he was one of them who identifies her act and finds her lies easily.

Berwick looked at the unemotional man and at the lady who was so kind and concerned about him. "Mrs. Collins, I am alright. It's just shoes..."