"What the hell are you doing?" he shouts.
"It's not in there, it's here. See now?" He thrusts the paper under my nose as I dump my bag on the bar stool and start rummaging through it.
Actually, I have no idea what I'm looking for.
"Wei Lin. Listen! You are not fucking going any fucking where, especially for that matter!" His voice is somewhere between anger and fear.
I look at him. And yes, I definitely hear a fear tone in his voice.
What is he fear about?
"Please. Next time don't through my bag." I grind the words out through my incensed frustration and look at him accusingly.
He backs away a little and chucks the paper on the stool while maintaining his infuriated glare.
"Why, what else you hiding from me?" He yell in accused.
"I got nothing to hide from you," I scream back.
"Let me tell you something," He stalks forward, getting his face right in mine.