I was expecting a waiter or someone to walk up to us, while RoughCoin and I were seated. And bring a menu or anything he may have preordered. Just like the previous dinner we had. But no one came.
Instead, RoughCoin stood up again, and ask me to do the same and hold him closely.
"I.. I can't..". I said, stammering a bit. My heart pounded, and I wondered why he was demanding that.
There was silence, and the tension between us was palpable. It was like a slow-burning fire neither of us knew how to extinguish. RoughCoin's dark eyes remained fixed on mine, daring me to challenge him again.
"And... why is that so?” His voice was low, almost predatory, as he raised his brow.
I swallowed hard, trying to summon courage I didn’t feel.
"It is... inappropriate.". I managed to say, my voice
