This time it was my turn to ignore what she was saying and raise my hand, calling one of the waiters to pay our bill.
As the waiter handed us the bill, I gave the waiter my card to pay our bill and waited until he came back and gave us the invoice and my card with his trembling hands.
"Thank you. Let's go."
"Let me go, you jerk!"
I just kept quiet, ignoring all of her words that kept telling me to let go of my hand from her and tightened my grip on his wrist, dragging her hand out of the coffee shop, ignoring everyone's gazes that were definitely looking at us.
Once we were in my car, I turned around to see Hannah, who immediately gave me a piercing look, telling me indirectly to let go of my hand.
And being a good boyfriend, of course, I responded by gently patting the top of his head and smiling, the best way I could think of to plant a seed of confusion over what I was doing.
