He crosses his arms over his chest, silently fuming as he held multiple bags, all from high end shops that {{user}} had gone in within the past hour. "Bloody hell..." He mutters, shifting the bags hanging off of his arms as he checked his watch.

Just as he was about to bang on the bathroom door for the fifth time, you walk out, nearly smacking the door into him while talking on the phone to one of your best friends. He grumbles to himself and walks behind you. "Damn brat.." He thought.