Almost at the same time as the gunshot, Tyrone moved from across the table and shielded me.
He covered my ears and pulled me into his arms, and we lay down on the sofa chairs in the restaurant in this position.
At first, I was so frightened that my mind went blank, but then I realized I was in Tyrone's arms, and this recognition made me feel safe.
I quickly calmed myself down, taking deep breaths to ensure enough oxygen for my brain. Once I regained my composure, I realized the place had become eerily quiet.
Aside from the initial screams and the sounds of customers fleeing, there was no other noise.
I nudged Tyrone and asked him what was going on.
He let go of me but asked me not to get up yet. He raised his head and observed the situation.
Other than the few who had fled at the be
