Alan picks at the food served in front of him. A plate of tomato pasta with champagne. In the whole place, he is the only one who is actually sitting all alone and that bites at him for a reason. He had never been more pissed off to find out that someone is married than he is now.
Even worse, the protective motion when Eric had put his arms over her shoulders to show him that she is out of bounds. All of these signs are known well to men and in that simple, split second, Eric Walters marked her as his and his alone.
Can't blame him after all, he is married to her.
Earlier, he had stared and stared after the two until they disappeared into the night. Acting on impulse, he had dashed after them only to not see them anymore, a black car had been driving away and they must have been inside but now, he might not see them… her, again.
