The moment the music stopped I didn't even wait for a proper ending, I quickly let go of his hands like they had personally offended me.
"Now we forget that happened."
"Of course," he said smoothly. "I always honor my promises."
I turned to leave only for my hand to get caught again.
"…"
I slowly looked at our hands intertwined then back at him.
"…Do you have anything more to say?" I asked, already losing patience.
For the first time since I met him, he looked… startled and confused.
"I—uhm—" he cleared his throat, composure cracking for a split second. "Do you want to stay with our table for a while?"
"No. My friend is probably already waiting for me," I said, attempting to pull my hand away.
He didn't let go.
"Then I can go with you instead!"
"No."
"But—"
"Can you please let go of my hand now?"
He blinked, clearly not used to being rejected this efficiently.
"…Maybe I can take you there?" he tried again.
