GABRIELE FERRARI
We got in the car, and I could tell Jasmine was mad about something. Something happened in the bathroom and my gut is telling me to turn off the engine and go out there and find out what exactly upset my woman.
“Jasmine, talk to me,”
“Can you just drive the hell out of here, Benjamin? I want to get away from here,”
“Then you leave me no choice,” I turn off the ignition and get out of the car. I pull out my Glock at the back of my pants and hold it in my hand as I walk back to the restaurant.
“Benjamin, don’t go back in there!” Jasmine yells. “Benjamin, get back, please! Put the gun away and let’s just go home. We have a lot of things to do you and me,”
“Stay in the car, I will be back, Jasmine!”
“Benjamin!”
I end up ignoring her, walking into the restaurant
