His mind was closed

"D-Drenver," I blurted out nervously.

He put his arm around me. I should not feel this fear in my chest. As his touch lingered, I couldn't shake the unease within me. The bus ride suddenly felt much longer than anticipated.

"Drenver?" he repeated, his voice low and upset. I felt a sense of anxiety wash over me as he held me close; the tension developed with each passing moment.

The man's grip tightened slightly, and I could feel his eyes boring into me. "Are you sure about that?" he asked, his tone tinged with suspicion. My heart raced as I struggled to develop a convincing response, the unease growing stronger by the second.

"I mean, B-Babe," I stutter.

I felt his face close to the side of my face and his breath warm against my skin. "Why do you look nervous? Did you do something wrong?" I could feel the panic rising in my chest, my mind racing to escape this situation. The fear of what he might do next only intensified my anxiety.

The fear in his voice sent a shiver down my sp