A new coughing fit overtook me; it seemed the choking episode hadn't completely subsided and, in fact, intensified when I realized that what I felt wasn't his phone. I pulled away from him nervously and looked at him.
—R-really, there's no need for you to accompany me —I replied nervously, walking away—, the café is nearby. It's better if we meet later.
Kalev followed me a bit through the park, puzzled by my reaction, with Whiskey by his side, as if to make sure I was okay. His visibly nervous demeanor made it clear that it wasn't his intention for things to end up the way they did a few seconds ago, and he was also embarrassed that I had felt that bulge, but I had no idea how to address it with him, at least not for the moment.
—It's just that, I feel I have to apologize, what happened
