RACHEL
“Baby, sorry.” He whispered to me softly.
“Baby, talk to me, please.”
“Baby,” he called me.
I ignored him. I was upset. After I made him happy, he couldn't find the key. I was deeply embarrassed by what happened to us in Orlando. I wasn't planning to return to New York so soon, but here we are now, on the plane going home.
I didn't talk to him throughout the entire trip. I was angry with him. He used handcuffs that weren't even his. We only found out they didn't belong there and were left by the last person who checked in. It was embarrassing because someone found out about what happened. I don't know if they'll keep quiet or if they're already talking about us. Because of him, another incident was added to my list of most embarrassing moments.
None of our plans came to fruiti
