"I'll ask again. What's going on here?"
Carmela escaped her hands from Max's. She folded her arms together.
"We were just chatting, Max" Nichole chuckled, hitting max in the chest. "It's nothing serious. You don't have to bothered about it."
Max turned to look at Carmela but she kept evading his face because if she looked at him she'll cry even more.
"Carmela, are you okay?" Max held her shoulder, but she shake his hands off, she sniffed in and hold her breath.
"Im okay, it's nothing." Her eyes red, she looked straight in Max's eyes. "I was just leaving anyways." She started to walk away.
"Carmela, please, wait, let me ride you home," Max said, reaching out to her. But Nichole stepped between them, her eyes flashing. "Carmela doesn't need to go home with you," she said, her voice hard.
"She doesn't need your pity, and she doesn't need your protection. You're the last person she needs right now."