A masculine voice startled me, making me shoot to my feet. It was a man, maybe about my dad’s age.
“Hey,” He said.
“Hi…”
“That’s a pretty dress.” he said, stepping closer. There was something that I didn't like about him, about this…
“Oh, thanks… Emm... I need to go.”
“Wait. Can I have your number?” This dude reeked incredibly like alcohol and other things…
“Sorry, I have a boyfriend. He’s over there…”
“I don’t see anyone…”
“Sorry, I have to go.”
“Wait…” The man grabbed my arm when I tried to leave. “Don’t go yet, let’s chat” Oh lord… Should I just shake my arm or scream for Valentin? No, I don't know if this man is going to react violently, I can't take that risk. Usually they give up after saying ‘no’ enough times, so maybe I can get out of this one smoothly. It’s not the first
