He didn't turn towards me as he continued pouring two glasses of wine. I just stared at him blankly, waiting for him to say something. He took both glasses and turned to me, giving me one of them. I reluctantly took it from him, not feeling any of it.
He seemed to notice my sluggishness as he said, "You don't look too good, Alicia." Was he trying to mock me or something? I didn't respond to him, just took a sip of my wine. I looked around for a chair and saw two. I sat on one and said, "Oh, I look good, Lyon. I was having a great time." I took another sip of wine without making eye contact.
He sat on the other chair next to me and asked, "Are you upset?" I hated him. I dropped my glass on the table and stood up to leave, but he grabbed my hand roughly. I looked at him, making sure he cou
