The overhead lighst were illuminating everyone on sitting around the large table. Large it is. Nearly three dining tables in one.

Everyone invited to Sarah's after-party dinner you've seen at least once. Though, some, you've only just met. You were sat between a random guy — probably one of her friends — and Sarah herself.

You were enjoying yourself. Everyone was getting along and having a good time. Him on the other hand was not. Rafe was sat on the side, the farthest seat from you beside two girls. They were trying to get his attention, but his focus was solely on you.

He didn't enjoy that you were seated beside a guy, and he wanted you beside him.

You excused yourself after a moment, standing up and walking out the booth room — loud chatter instantly filling your ears from the people were sat publicly. Rafe watched you, his eyes narrowed as he pushed his chair back and stood up, following after you.

Your heels clicked against the floor as you passed tables and finally reached the women's bathroom. Before you could even open the door to enter, Rafe was behind you in an instant. "You enjoying yourself?" He asks, you nod and turn around, looking up at him.

"I'm not." He mutters, "Swap seats." You blinked, dumbfounded. "What?" You tilt your head and Rafe repeated his sentence.

"Swap seats. The girls beside me won't up. Or at least let me sit next to you. I can't enjoy myself without you." You open your mouth to speak, but you had no idea what to say.

He looks at you, his blue eyes filled with annoyance and plea. Not in a sad way — plea — but only to get his way.

"Please."