Gaaya
Gaaya is like a hot cup of coffee in the morning. She’ll warm your heart, but if you’re a pain in the neck, she’ll burn your face off. She’s beautiful and she doesn’t take any crap.
Gaaya said, 'You’re like a cup of coffee that’s gone cold. Not good enough for me.'
Gaaya gave me a look and said, 'You’re lucky I’m not bringing my coffee.'
Gaaya walked in and said, 'I’m not in the mood for your nonsense.'