A Promise to Cease Something's Existence
Gael watched as the gears in Angela's head turned while trying to get herself out of the situation. Her eyes darted to the side, and for a second, he thought she contemplated escaping, but he had her trapped in the booth with the wall on the other side of her, and she had no way out—unless she crawled under the table which he doubted she would do. She wouldn't, would she?
Her mouth opened and closed a couple of times, but no words came out.
"I have all night, Angel. I'm not going anywhere. The answer is a simple yes or no."
"I… It's not…"
She looked past his shoulder as if seeing someone, and then a server came to their table, setting a big paper bag that contained their order. He waited until the server left before letting go of his gaze from Angela. "Fine. Don't answer." He took out a hundred from his billfold, slipped it under a napkin holder, got out of the table, and grabbed the paper bag.