"We've got to talk."
'Huh?' That caught me by surprise. "What for?" I yanked my wrist free.
My feet scurried through the cold street, avoiding bumping into groggy pedestrians who were catching the morning buses.
"Maise!" He called out. His hand once again gripped tightly around my wrist, stopping me from walking.
"Let me go!" I hissed. My eyes peeked through behind his shoulder, searching for the familiar figure that I wanted to avoid the most.
"Babe…" His soft pleading voice permeated through the chilled morning. The name I used to hear being called so lovingly. The very same tender tone he used to beg for my attention. Surprisingly, it did not work on me. It only fueled my anger.
"Do you mind?" I glared at him and then to my wrist.
"Not until you agree we talk."
Sheesh!!! I sure did not miss this persistence side of his! Whether I like it or not, agreeing was the only fastest way to shake him off.
"Yeah yeah. Sure! Lead the way."
