The security guards rushed in to help the injured guy while Gabe went away with his girlfriend.
When the couple reached his car, she straightened his shirt and stared at his face for a moment. "He dared hit you," she rubbed the little blood off his lips. "How do you feel?" Smiling, she asked.
Gabe let his anger dry down, and made himself breathe normally before looking at his short girlfriend. She wasn't so short but to him, she was short.
"I feel good, now he's bleeding," he smiled.
"I'm proud of you," she hit his chest. "I'd have helped in punching his face but his friends were too..."
"Baby," he remembered that she called him that. "What does that mean?" He pressed her to his car by caging her.
"It... aren't we eating?" She asked, hiding her expression again.
"Tell me, you want to be my girlfriend but don't want to admit it," he grinned.
