She sneered with every inch of her body, sucking her teeth in dismissal. Her eyes jumped up to the ceiling, over to the window, down to the floor, but never in his direction. Knees bent, feet and arms crossed, fire was coming out of her ears, mouth and nostrils, just about singing her hair.
On and on he went, each rejection of attention only stirring him to dig in deeper, continuing the harangue. She sucked her teeth again, and deeper again, imagined spittle flying from her lips.
She tossed herself around, flinging herself away from the group. Plopping down in her chair, she kicked the desk into another chair, which went skidding and toppled over.
Everyone went silent. He looked at her, finally not talking. She stared, making eye contact for the first time. Fists clenched, nails into her palms, she got up and ran out of the room.
The door slammed behind her.