"So, why did you do that?"
Hearing her question, Jash barely resisted rolling his eyes and yelling to his heart's content.
"Are you seriously asking because you don't know?" He blurted out, being unable to hold his boiling frustration any longer.
"Hm? What do you mean?" Ziva responded with another question, confused at his words.
"Seriously," Jash muttered as he facepalmed himself, the exasperation of the moment catching up to him.
Despite Jash's rudeness and ungentlemanly tone, Ziva wasn't offended.
Instead, she was really interested in knowing what got him so worked up as he always preferred to not get angry.
In her eyes, Jash was the type of guy to even swallow insults if he thought getting angry over it wasn't worth it, and only a waste of energy.
Yet, here he was, increasingly irritated by her repetitive questions and apparent cluelessness.
