Ria's POV.
Slamming the door behind me without considering if Matthew was close enough or not, I stomped into the room, facing the wall as I gripped the sides of my head still trying to process what happened back there. That was total disrespect! I mean, it was a no-no for me. Even if he wanted us to leave, there were better ways that he could have said it than doing what he did back there. What would Anna's mom think of me? What would she say to Anna after I must have left the bar? Of course, it would be all on me: the blame, insults and abuses. It would be all on me because Matthew had allowed himself to be used by his emotions.
But why is it so hard for him to see that I've got things under control here? I'm not some toddler that needs to be watched neither am I a young teenage girl
