He saw us

I'm unsure if they heard it, but I can't be mistaken; I heard he said that I'm his girlfriend. I want to protest. I couldn't bring myself to pull away from his grasp, even though I wanted to. My body seemed to be moving independently, following his lead as we walked away from the room. As we continued down the hallway, I couldn't shake the unease in my stomach. My mind was racing with conflicting thoughts about what had just happened. Trence's silent support was comforting and confusing, leaving me torn between wanting to confront him and simply escape the situation altogether.

He did not let go of my hands until we reached the restaurant entrance. Once outside, the cool night air helped clear my head as I finally found the courage to speak up and address our tension. Trence's eyes met mine, silently urging me to voice my thoughts.

I finally dare to let go of his hand and step back, needing space to gather my thoughts before saying anything that could make the situation worse. Trence