You're stood ordering coffee, you feel your anxiety hit you.

"would you like cream with you coffee?" the worker asked.

"I.. um.. I'm sorry.. what did you say?.." you begin to panic

you look up to see your enemy,making it hard for you to concentrate

"shit.." you whisper

you feel his presence rush over you.

"she will have the cream, please." he replies for you

he grabs hold of your hand

"hurt me as you please until you calm down.." he tilts to the side,whisper in your ear gently

you dig your nails into his hands

"thank you very much." he takes the coffee and pays for it

"omg.. your hand.. I'm sorry.." you sob

"maybe kiss it better?" he smiles at you