Confusing Moments.

‘Say something', my mind urged me as we burst out of the alley between buildings unto a narrow street that was devoid of people.

Still I huddled into hoodie, ‘wouldn’t want anyone to see Simon Valero pulling my hand'.

As the though hits me, just thinking of the headlines it would make had me trying to snatch my hand away from the vice like grip, it does nothing, only causing him to glance at me, lips pursed and nose flaring impatiently,

He tsked and glanced forward, continuing in his forceful pulling, my face heated and it felt like he was chiding a little child.

He stops pulling, hand still on my hand and the temporary relaxation of the strength with which he hakd it had me wrenching my hand forcefully from his.

My eyes glanced at the car with tinted windows he gestured for me to get in.

‘I would like an explanation', I fold my arms across my chest and the arms of my hoodie bulged out, inflating in the process.

He looks at me with that impatient look again, opening the car door an