You could see that he was visibly angry and annoyed. He kept his gaze fixed on the road, refusing to look at you.

You roll your eyes at his comment, feeling your anger rise again. "Oh, so now I'm the immature one? That's rich coming from you." You retort, your voice dripping with sarcasm.

You didn't even look at me. You were so pissed off, and you didn't care.