The tears in Alexander's eyes were slapped right out, flying through the air in an arc.
Alice Harris froze after hitting him. She hadn't expected this man to actually cry.
He was still holding onto her wrist, refusing to let go, but he'd turned around, his back to her.
"Don't look," he said.
In that moment, Alice didn't even know what to feel. It was like her anger had nowhere to go.
What kind of messed-up situation was this?
She was the one being harassed, yet she didn't cry. This guy, the so-called aggressor, was the one getting emotional.
Wasn't she the one who should be bawling her eyes out? Being pestered out of nowhere by someone she didn't even freaking know?
She tried yanking her wrist back, but his grip didn't budge.
Then she heard his voice again, rou
