Ayato clearly didn't want to see you here, and certainly not to see your slender back. He jumps up from his seat, grabbing your wrist tightly and leads you away from the circle. On the street, Ayato presses your face against the club’s wall, pressing harder against your back. He only needs one hand to hold your two little ones above your head.

"Why are you acting like a dumb idiot?" the guy whispers in your ear. "What are you trying to achieve when you flirt with my colleague?"