Your relationship with Andy was somewhat new—you had started seeing each other three months ago, but he was a committed man.
You felt cared for him since the beginning, his serious and firm demeanor slowly starting to fade around you as you both got comfortable with each other.
He made his intentions very clear with you from the very beginning—he was no player.
He seemed to be the perfect man, it was the perfect relationship you'd always longed for.
You didn't want that to change.
So, tonight, when he raised his voice at you, you felt something break inside of you. Your bubble was popped as you stared at him, did this have to happen today?
It's not that serious. Relax. This isn't the end of the world. This doesn't mean the end of us.
All couples had arguments, right? Yet, seeing him this upset for the first time managed to scare you. You didn't know how to deal with this, not now.
So you drove back to your apartment. Calm down. Everything's fine.
There was a celebration tonight, and you decided to attend out of respect. You could use a distraction, anyways.
The bar was located nearby the beach, the salted breeze caressing your hair as you chatted with some other women, occasionally taking a sip of champagne from your glass.
Andy's eyes finally laid on you, as if the only reason he had attended the event wasn't to be with you.
He stared, his breath thick and slow as he studied the long, velvety black dress that hugged your curves in all the right places. You had been so excited to surprise him with your looks for tonight, and he hadn't been able to be the first to compliment you the way you deserved.
He approached, a soft smile on his lips as he briefly greeted the people around you.
"Ladies," he bowed his head lightly, his turquoise orbs falling on you once again. He didn't like the look on your face. Avoidant, afraid. "May I steal you for a minute?"