I stood there motionless like a statue, my breath caught in my throat, my heart beating like crazy, my face flushed red. I stared at him and he stared back at me.
I can’t think straight!
“So?” He asked me.
“Hmm.” I managed to finally say.
“Does my breath smell of alcohol? Am I drunk as you say?” He asked me.
He is asking me such a question when I can’t even breathe!!
I shook my head nervously.
“Do you mean to say I am not drunk?” He asked me again.
I shook my head again.
“Say it, Mia. I want to hear this from your mouth.” He said.
“No.” I finally managed to whisper.
“Are you sure that I am not drunk?” He asked again.
This guy is enjoying himself right now!!!
“Yes.” I whispered.
“Good.” He said still not letting go.
“Why is your face so red?” He asked me.
I shook my head.
“Are you okay?” He asked in a concerned tone.
I nodded my head.
“So strange. The ever shouting Mia is being so quiet right now. Are you really fine?” He asked again.