"What the fucking hell do you mean, I don't tell you anything? I just came from visiting a very sick friend and I told you that! What the hell else do you want?" Minerva yelled back, confused as Atlas wasn't making any sense.
"You know what? Fine, if you don't like the time we spend together then I can just go," she said, putting her wine glass down. It tipped over and spilled across the counter but she didn't care.
Atlas was on the couch where her purse was but that didn't stop Minerva from going over there and grabbing it.