Evelyn’s POV
Like he had said, I was done with my meal and we danced to a slow song from the speakers. This time, it was soul dance, two warm bodies flowing to rhythm, not stripping, and rolling my naked ass. It turned out a wonderful night, though I still couldn't get my mind off the call he had made earlier.
It was strong in my instincts that something wasn't right. His composure did nothing to lessen the feeling, I knew he was acting all cool to help me relax. I knew he wanted to be home in a jiffy as he had promised whoever it was in the phone. I wanted to be home to, maybe I'd get over my restlessness if I knew everything was fine.
When the music died down, there was a tremendous sound of clapping from the crowd that we couldn't see, because of the dim lights. “How was your night?”
