Getting impatient
“Just tell me, Sarah. Just rip the bandaid off.” John was getting impatient. John was confident that he understood what Sarah had been lying to him about because she had just essentially admitted as much to him. He simply wanted to know so that he could go and go home. Sarah, however, had other ideas.

Getting Impatient
Not the reaction he expected
Sarah gave John a puzzled look. “Are you getting angry with me?”, she muttered, raising an eyebrow. “I’m in the middle of telling a delicate secrete of mine, and you have the nerve to tell me to hurry up? John heard Sarah voicing her irritation. “No,” he answered. “I… I didn’t mean it like that.”

Not The Reaction He Expected