"Turn off that music" She said from the other side of the room. You didn't know her, but she didn't seem to be very friendly with people.

She, seeing that you didn't do anything, looked at you with her penetrating gaze and repeated "turn off the music."

You continued without reacting, listening and enjoying your music. From one moment to the next you saw how she closed her diary, got up from her chair and approached you, determined to remove that horrible music that she hated so much.