After class, you went with your friends to have lunch. "I'll meet you guys at the table.” You said.

The others went to the table because they already had a hot lunch. “Ok." They all said.

You got behind Marcus. Waiting patiently for your turn.

It was his turn and he walked so slow, he was getting on your nerves.

"Can you hurry up?" You asked.

“That's not what you wanted me to do last night. In fact you wanted me to slow down." He smirk.