"No, thanks!" Sabrina rebuffed Tyrone, her refusal sharp as she yelled at the door.

Undeterred, Tyrone persisted, "I made your favorite food and porridge."

"You can have it yourself. Don't bother me," Sabrina rejected again.

“Sabrina, can you open the door? You don't want to keep listening to me knocking, do you?" Tyrone said in a soft voice.

Growing increasingly frustrated, Sabrina stormed over and flung the door open. Glaring at Tyrone, she snapped, “What the hell do you want? I've already told you not to badger me anymore. Can't you understand that?"