I gripped on the hem of his shirt when I felt everyone, when I said everyone, they're looking at me directly! And based on the looks I receive, it's not on the positive side. I can even hear some of them growling and whispering as if they hate me that much.
"What are we.. doing here.." I whispered on his back, I at this point I don't care if I cling on him like a child. I am nervous and the same feeling of shrinking, feels so small to those people who look down on me.
"Hey, it's fine. I'm here." he assured me but it didn't make me less worried. It's fine of course because he's not the one getting the stares!
We stopped both, a middle aged woman looked at us or rather, scanned me from head to toe.
"I didn't know bringing a friend here is allowed," she said, almost sarcastic and fra
