“I- I'm just a student, I was looking for the t-toilet! Could y- could you lemme go? My arm really hurts."
In response, she eased her grip, releasing my wrists but maintaining a stern expression. "No lying! What are you really here for?"
The woman before me had stunning ash blonde hair that fell in soft curls and a pair of large, expressive eyes that peered out of a face no bigger than my palm. Her outfit hugged her body, showing off her dynamite figure and taut, fair skin.
She seemed to work here and had a commanding presence—I doubted that she was a simple waitress.
I had been too stunned to speak, and she frowned with impatience. "I asked you a question!"
I considered her cautiously. Taking a deep breath, I replied, "I saw a fellow student get pulled inside. I was worried."
"Eh?"
