She took an exaggerated bite before letting the rest fall onto the concrete.
“There you go.”
Maya looked down at the ruined donut.
Then back at Tasha.
“I don’t want trouble.”
Tasha’s grin widened.
“Then you came to the wrong place.”
She took the bottle from Maya’s other hand.
Maya reached for it.
“Don’t.”
Tasha paused.
For a second, she stared directly into Maya’s eyes.
Then she slowly raised the bottle over her head.
The ice-cold water poured across Maya’s hair and face, soaking the front of her orange uniform.
Maya closed her eyes as the water ran down her neck.
Tasha watched her reaction with one corner of her mouth curling upward.
Then, in an exaggeratedly soft voice, she said:
“Aww… sorry.”
For half a second she pretended to look concerned.
Then she burst into loud laughter.
Her friends immediately joined in.
Several inmates nearby turned to watch.
