C4
"Maybe you wouldn't have heard anything, if only you got a little more sleep," Vince put emphasis on the word, still smiling at her. Cinderella slammed her hand down on the table. The spoon tinked around the bowl, a splash of chocolate colored milk onto the wood. Vince leaned back, startled by her reaction. She had heard his side of the sex, he was uncontrollably expounding on the divine. Cinderella cleared her throat, and withdrew her hand. Composing herself, although she had never looked away.