Claudia's POV:
I realize that maybe he just doesn't dance to my kind of music but really! I couldn't believe how he just basically shooshed me as he brushed me off! I reached over and grabbed his airpod again and this time, instead of just holding onto it, I tossed it. So maybe my temper was getting the best of me but honestly, with all the crap that has been going on, I don't really care. He practically slammed his phone down, shot up from his sad and depressed hunch on the barstool, and glared at me.
"What the f**k is your problem, Claudia!" He shouted at me as if I just ruined the best piece of pie he had ever tasted by spitting the biggest snot ball I could muster up into it.
"You, apparently, are my problem!" I snapped back at him as I continued to hold my hard glare on him.
"Sinc
