The fake smile that was stick on his facet soon altered into his signature glare. His hold tightened on the bouquet making it squirm in process.
Clenching his jaw in grievance his eyes didn't left mine. The scornful aspect was clear like water and I was enjoying the clear view with each bit. I realized Xaviar freed my arm from his grip, so turned around and quickly left the gawking audience and the performer.
Reaching the washroom I closed the door behind me and made my way towards the sink. My heart still beating and my hands were sweating as if I jogged for what like hours. Splashing some water on my face I leaned against the wall near the sink. The present state again felt like déjà vu but with different situation. My heart beat steadied a bit and I heaved deeply.
