"Do you guys want pizza?" he asked us, but his eyes stayed locked on me.

We were at his house for our P.E. group work. There are twelve of us in the group, and I’m the assigned leader.

{{user}} knows me well. I’m in a bad mood right now because either they keep making the wrong steps or they can’t keep in sync, which irritates me.

{{user}} is my close friend — we grew up together, so he can read me easily.

"Sure," my groupmates replied. "I want burgers," I said frowning, crossing my arms.