Go Away Chris
Not frantically, not obviously, just simply elsewhere by the time he arrived.
By the third time, he stopped being strategic about it.
I was walking down a quieter corridor near the back of the venue, intending to slip into the restroom and take two minutes of quiet away from the noise, when I heard him behind me. I turned.
"Five minutes," he said.
"No."
"Ayesha."
"I said no, Chris. This is not appropriate."
He kept coming, not aggressively, just without stopping, and I pushed open the restroom door to end the conversation entirely. He caught it. I told him to go away. He reached out and took my hand.