I stand on my feet and because I stand so fast I lose my balance and nearly end up flat on my ass, he reaches out to try to steady me but I nearly let a distressed whimper out.
“woah woah. Easy there… is something wrong?” he asks.
“nooo. Nothing is wrong.. I need to use the bathroom.” I mumble and push away from the bar.
I walk as dignified as I can.
I feel him watching my back.
I just look for an empty room and throw myself in there. falling on the couch clutching my purse to my chest I try to regulate my breath and take in small gasps of air. my formerly beating heart starts to slow it's pounding. I am okay. I am fine. I am safe. I repeat this mantra over and over.
The door opens and in walks Trent. he walks over to where i am draped on the couch and places his hand on my back.
