Mark spares one last look at him before putting his hand on the small of my back, for the second time today. And this time, it's a completely deliberate gesture.
I remember I didn't take the damned ketchup. I contemplate going back and just bringing it but decide against it for good. We were waiting for the items to get through the scanner, when Mark finally speaks. I was waiting for it, I am surprised it wasn't immediate. "So, what happened back there?"
"Nothing. I didn't notice that guy and bumped into him," I inform him with a shrug. His possessiveness sometimes borders excessive but I know he means well.
"He-is-a-really weird guy. I didn't like the way he was looking at you!" Mark almost snarls, looking over my head at the direction we just came from.
"Mark! He was entitled to so
