He shifts his gaze at your bare feet while you swing your legs, sitting on the counter and reading one of those girly magazines you like so much. He takes a sip from his coffee, trying to focus on reading the newspaper. You grab your glass and start to sip on your shake, and he has to grit his teeth to hold back any sharp insults. Why does everything you do suddenly annoy him so much?

"Can you just..." He rubs his temple with a sigh. "Stop it, please."