Breenda was unhappy and rejected his invitation. "No, your work is done, but my work is not done yet. I'm not going."
Bentley froze.
He thought, does she want to say that I did not help her with her work?
He went back. "You have any urgent work? I can help you. It's the first birthday I've spent with you, and I really want you to go."
Breenda looked down. "I've spent my birthday more than twenty times. It's boring."
Bentley plucked up the courage to hold her hand. "It's different this time. This is your first birthday with me. It's special."
Breenda stopped talking.
She pictured watching movies, having dinner together, getting a hotel room...
In fact, she was a little excited and expectant, but she still pretended to be calm and did not speak.
Bentley continued to say, "Before I went out, your mom told me that she would lock the door of the villa. Even if you want to go home, you can't. You can only go with me."