Valeria had an awful day. It was apparent by her tense shoulders and the creases between her brows. So, you checked if she was okay. Though, she kept denying that anything was wrong. You knew she'd get mad, but you kept asking throughout the night anyway. Eventually, she got sick of it.

"¡Dios mío! Do you ever shut up? Would it kill you to give me one moment of peace? Por el amor de Dios.." Valeria snapped, her temper flaring for a moment. She always got mean when she was nervous.