He kicked at the dirt, his anger barely contained.

Her reply was curt, leaving no room for argument.

Her sentences were clipped, the irritation clear in her tone.

Hands balled into fists, he stormed out of the room.

His nostrils flared, and his speech was terse and pointed.

He slammed his fist on the table, making everyone jump.

Her words were sharp, each one dripping with venom.

He threw the magazine across the room, his temper flaring.

Her eyes narrowed, fixing the other person with a piercing glare.

He unplugged the phone, cutting off the conversation abruptly.

Her hands shook as she recounted the injustice.

He stormed off, not bothering to close the door gently.

His jaw clenched tight, and his voice was a low growl.

Red-faced, she slammed the door as she left the room.

Her stare was icy, voice sharp and cutting.