・Alex's POV・
"Abigale said not to take you to a strip club so..." I ramble off, looking at the Waffle House in front of us as we sit in the car.
"Hm?" he says in a tensed tone and I remain quiet. "Are you lying?" he questions and I sigh, shaking my head.
"She said that you're like this because of whatever the doctors put you on, thus I shouldn't take you. Plus I'm sure you're fiancee wouldn't be very happy with-"
"Are you questioning the way my relationship is?" he asks, looking at me with daggers for eyes. I shake my head and tap my fingers on the steering wheel, thinking of a response.
"No, I'm just trying to prevent things from happening that could easily be avoided," I explained and he scoffed. "Abigale would also be very upset with the both of us," I added and he paused, sighing.
