But she could feel the ambiguous atmosphere at that moment, her hands slightly trembling, as she looked up at him.
Meeting the man's bloodshot eyes, she felt a shiver in her heart, quickly lowering her eyes as her voice started to shake, "G-good night..."
Her instinctive reaction was to crouch down, but the man was faster, with another hand grabbing her wrist, simultaneously pressing forward to trap her completely against the wall, rendering her immobile.
"What... are you doing?" She panicked, recalling that night, fearing he might have drunk too much again, wanting to... and then the next day remember nothing!?
Tracy's face fell, raising a hand between them, her voice shaking, "You're... you're drunk..."
She struggled to leave, but the man's arms drew in, pulling her directly into his embrace.
He didn't move, just held her like that, with his head resting on her shoulder.
