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I look into the face of my more than upset girlfriend.
With big eyes she is staring at me and I can imagine how wrong all of this looks.
Especially how Natasha is holding my hand. It almost feels like she wanted to give Judy a wrong idea.
My heart starts beating faster.
"Excuse me for a minute," I say to Natasha as I get up from the stool. My racing heart, shaking legs and the alcohol make it hard for me to not fall over but I do my best to gather as much inner strength as possible.
Once I feel safe enough, I quickly walk over to Judy, who keeps staring at me. The closer I get, the more I can see how mad she really is.
She is fuming, her face is red with anger and I almost expect her to scream at me.
Before I can say anything, she grabs my arm and pulls me behind her.
"Judy, wait. Please."
