It kind of feels like a slow motion film. The guy puts his hand in his pocket, I take a small step back and Nathan sits right on his guard.
I watch as his hand slides inside his pocket smoothly.
And slides out.
And he pulls out.
Keys.
I sigh out of relief while the guy throws them ontop the counter and continues fishing for what I presume is either his wallet or credit card.
I look at Nathan to see him returned back to his phone, like he wasn't on his guard a minute ago.
Wait. Was he alarmed because he thought I was in danger? Is that even possible?
Are you kidding? The guy probably felt like he'd be robbed. He was just worried for himself.
"Ma'am?"
I snap out of my thoughts when the masked guy calls me out. I shake my head before smiling at him, "Sorry. Your order, sir?"
"A reg
