She sighed and pouted a bit. Lying on the couch in the living room in her night suit, she hmmed to a tone which had no connection to any songs or tune.
Angelo was sitting next to her having her feet up on his thighs as he read the newspaper.
She sighed once more and he had enough of it. Roughly closing the newspaper and folding and back shot he turned towards her, "What happened? Why have you been sighing all morning?"
She clicked her tongue, "Nothing.." she said with a sigh irritating him even further.
"Just get on with it." He snapped. "If there is something that you want to say, out with it. Now."