John sighed as his eyes trailed back to you again. You're still reading. You've been reading for the past hour so so, John doesn't know. He doesn't care. He believes that reading is a waste of time. Books are a waste of paper.

"Are you seriously still reading?" John mumbles as he kicks a stone between his feet and shifts in his seat to get a better look at you.

"Reading is a waste of life. How can you even spend hours on a stupid book? It's stupid." John complains in a fast ramble, his tone clearly bored.