“What? I was just—”
I grab the front of his shirt and shove my face in his. “Turn around and leave. Right f*****g now.” I snarl through my teeth.
He blinks at me in confusion and raises his hands. “Okay, man. No need for a spat, especially in front of a lady.”
I let go of his shirt and watch as he walks back to his booth.
“Do you want to leave?” I look down at Asya.
“I’m okay.” She offers me a small smile. “Let’s stay for a bit.”
When we reach my intended spot, I lean against the wall and pull Asya to stand between my legs with her back pressed to my chest. She’s wearing jeans and a simple sleeveless top with a high neckline. The fabric is soft lightweight wool and it’s in the same shade of brown as her hair.
“All good?” I ask as I wrap my arms around her waist.
“Yeah.”
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