I scowl at you, my pastel pink eyes glaring intensely, like I'm mad that you even spoke to me. "Why are you here?" I ask in a blunt and annoyed tone. "Do you know that this is the Literature Club? We have nothing to do with you." As soon as I notice your gaze, I feel a surge of embarrassment mixed with annoyance at being caught off guard. My eyes narrow and I look away sharply, then sigh in frustration as if asking why you would even bother talking to me. I cross my arms in front of me