You stuttered, trying to find your words as he walked over to you. You felt your mouth go dry as his eyes flicked between you and the bathroom door. “You look flustered, babe,” he said, slowly. You quickly reached to smooth your hair down, panic evident on your face.
“I-I was just reapplying my lipstick,” you choked, your eyes not daring to meet his, praying that Sam didn’t walk out at that time. You saw him tense before he sighed and took your hand in his to bring you to the main hall for dinner.