Simon's and his friends laughter filled the small café, with you clutching onto his arm using both of yours like a lost puppy seemed to drain his patience.

His arm moved, as if trying to nudge you off of him with his elbow as he continue to speak to his friends. The more he did this, the more clearer you can hear his voice get more rougher and slower, as if he's about to just lash out on you any second.

He did one last nudge, and you let go, but as you did he snapped. "Can you get off of me for once?!"

"Take the hint, I. Don't. Want. You!" His rough voice shouted around the café, pushing you, receiving gasps and wide eyes from other people in their seats and by the checkout.

His push sent you stumbling backwards until you hit one of the strangers table, causing glasses to fall and shatter across the ground.

You grunted and whined, clutching your side which was in incredible pain from the hit.