I gracefully walk outside of Ravier’s car. He gives the car keys to the young boy and leads me inside the restaurant. Everyone was looking. I kept a straight face, my chin up, and looking from a far. I spotted my parents at a not so far table. I leaned into Ravier to whisper him something, “Don’t say anything stupid,” “Noted,” he exclaimed. We walked towards them. My mom was looking at us, a wide smile already plastered on her face. Such painful forced smile. Ravier’s hand snaked at my back and held firmly at my waist. His soft hands pressed gently on my waist. Securing me to him but not hurting me in the process. It was quite comforting. The other people in the restaurant was definitely more surprised than my parents were. His hand made me feel a little tingle in my stomach. I’m prob

