Mr. Macroor is Angry

There were a few people in the coffee shop. Sitting not too far away from me was Mr. Macroor. He was chatting on the phone swinging his hands up and down, side to side bursting out loud in his own native language I didn't understand. After he hung up, I turned my head slightly to him, smiled and told him "don't worry, everything will be ok". He paused abit and gave me this weird look and then nodded his head a few times and said "thank you I hope so" I smiled back. Cheers Mr. Macroor.