"Damn it".
He had a ball on his hand and throws it to the wall, catching it as it bounced back to him.
He continued the act of catching the ball that also continued to bounce back in his palm whenever he throws it to the wall.
"Can you stop doing that? You are disrupting my moment to concentrate".
She expressed her discomfort toward his actions that truly is distracting to one's moment of thinking.
She was sitting opposite the guy with her fingertips banging on the table that was in front of her.
She just like the guy, also has the same dull expression on her face.
"I don't see how what I am doing is acting as a disturbance to your peace. And if you are not comfortable with it, the entrance is always open for you to walk out of".
He responded to her complain by pointing his right hand in the direction that the exit was located in.