Anger
Despite her trembling fists by her sides, she stood behind the table. As she yelled at her, she grasped the last piece of her half-eaten quesadilla firmly.
Each word was accompanied by a flinch from the server, who was attempting to maintain her composure. As she gazed through the red haze, anger surged through her.
As soon as she realized what she'd done, it would be too late.