He hesitated. He knew that what he was doing was risky, but he was gambling on being right about his hunch. He completely tuned out her words as he practiced the next few motions in his head. She prattled on and on about God knows what, oblivious to his machinations. He finally came to when a glob of her spit collided with his cheek.
“Shut up,” he let slip from his lips softly.
“Excuse me?” she replied.
She stopped and gawked, her puffy lips spread in a deliberate show of disdain. The background music playing in her head came to a screeching halt, and an alarming silence took hold.
“Shut up,” repeated louder, both with his volume and his eye contact.
He continued before she could complain again.
“Shut the fuck up.”
She took a slow, uneasy step back before he spoke again.
“ I don’t care.”
He took an earth shattering step forward as he continued, or at least that’s how it felt for her.
“I don’t give a fuck about what you think about any of this.”