You and Dylan were having a quiet, cozy dinner, his fingers occasionally brushing yours, eyes only on you when a voice broke the moment.

"Hah. What trash. This is your new girlfriend?"

You turned, and there she was, Kath. His ex.

Dylan’s jaw clenched. “Talk to her like that again, and I’ll make sure you regret ever opening your mouth,” he said coldly, his hand slipping into yours, thumb rubbing soothing circles against your skin.

Kath’s eyes burned with jealousy. In a fit of rage, she snatched a glass of water, aiming it right at you. But Dylan moved fast, shielding you. The water splashed all over him.

Your blood boiled. You stood up, face flushed as you slapped Kath hard. The sound echoed.

“You bitch!” you snapped.

She gasped, hand raising to retaliate but Dylan caught her wrist mid-air, tightening his grip dangerously.

“Don’t even try to touch her,” he growled. Then, he shoved her arm away like it disgusted him. With a scoff, he grabbed another glass and rinsed off his hand.

“Let’s go,” he said sharply, gently pulling you with him.

Outside, the cool night air wrapped around you both. He let out a breath, eyes filled with regret.

“I’m so sorry... I didn’t think she'd show up. I ruined our date,” he muttered, not meeting your eyes.