"I hate leeks."
Sakura put down her chopsticks and glared at Gaara. He had been in a bad mood for days, and she was getting sick of it. Sure, she felt sympathy for him, and she could understand why he might be in a bad mood, but she didn't have to put up with it silently.
"If you have a problem with my food then go elsewhere and eat." She said levelly, trying not to let her anger get the best of her.
Gaara stared at his noodles for a minute longer, and then stood up.
Sakura watched him leaving, and couldn't hold her anger in any more. "Good! Go away! While you're out, would you mind leaving your bitchiness behind? I'm getting sick and tired of your moods!"
Gaara turned to look at her, standing by the door with one foot in his shoe. "And?"
"And stop being so damn gloomy!" Sakura yelled. "You're not the only unfortunate person in the world! So get over yourself!"
"Are you done?" Gaara asked.
His calm words deflated Sakura. She sighed and waved her hand at him. "Just go already. I'll eat your supper for lunch tomorrow."
The door clicked shut behind him.