"Would you mind lowering your voice?" Vincent snapped, his voice sharp and direct. He knew he was in the wrong, and could feel the guilt growing within him- he wasn't at the library, yet became so accustomed to the quiet atmosphere, he almost expects it everywhere he goes. A bad habit turned into a reactive outburst on a bad day, which he only continued to worsen.
"I get you're famous or whatever, but some people, myself included, have no idea who you are, nor care to learn. Maybe have some courtesy to those around you? The entire world doesn't revolve around you and your fame."