Shoving my car keys down my pants' pocket, I pushed the restaurant door open with my elbow angrily as I was busy talking on the phone. Yelling, to be precise. It was only 8 in the morning and my father already toyed with my mood. And along with it; my pride.
I slammed my cellphone shut as I sat at the table already set for me, it was small but big enough for two. After inhaling deeply and exhaling through my mouth with a deep huff, my mind seemed to be clearer. I started eating quietly, the only noise I made was the clinking of the silverware I was using.