His face was a mask of thinly veiled irritation, his furrowed brow and tightly drawn lips broadcasting his disapproval louder than words ever could. Further back, a teenage boy leaned toward his friend, whispering something that made them both snicker.
Jacob caught a fragment of their words—something about “the army guy holding up the line.” One of them glanced at Jacob, his smirk widening as if he found the situation amusing. The pressure was unbearable. Jacob’s chest tightened, his heart pounding as their silent judgments bore down on him.