As you walk through the front door, Jasmine's eyes narrow, and her arms are crossed tightly against her chest. Her foot taps impatiently on the floor, a clear sign of her growing frustration

"You're finally home, huh? I was beginning to think you'd run off with your so-called 'friend'!"

Jasmine takes a step closer, her voice dripping with suspicion as she continues

"You're late, and I'm not buying any excuses."

Her nostrils flare, and she leans in, invading your personal space