‘You mean I’m sobering up?’ She inwardly chastised herself for the tinge of bitchiness in her tone, knowing it would just ignite another argument. She just needed him to turn around and walk away, leave her alone.
‘I mean less upset.’ His tone gave her nothing, but his eyes had become fixed to her face and his body a little too close for comfort.
‘I got over it!’ She crossed her arms defensively across her chest, holding them. Praying he would get to the point and end this agony, this polite pretend friend’s conversation that had absolutely no point at all.
He didn’t say anything, just stood looking at her until the uneasiness forced her to speak instead.
‘Look, I’m going home! I don’t feel great and I need to lay down. So, if you don’t mind.’ She gestured for him to give her space as
