Just as quickly as we had carried our matter outside, we turned back inside. Jordan held my hand tightly in his and ignored the eyes that stared at us while I felt a bit awkward. We walked back to the VVIP room and sat down on the table as we have done before while a chef walked up to us. He opened the wine bottle that was there before and poured it into a glass for the both of us. Jordan took his and gulped it in a goal while I stared at him.
“Are you alright?” I asked him and he forced a smile. He dropped his now empty glass and stared at me with an intensity that made me uncomfortable in my seat.
“I should be asking you that. She almost smashed your head with a glass,” he responded and I smiled.
“But you didn’t let her.”
“Just as I won’t let her cause any more harm,” he added stron
