"How did you know my name?". I asked while grabbing his wrist.

"What?. Why are you asking such a question?". He throws a question at me, instead of answering.

"I'm serious, Mister Man. How the fucking hell do you know my name?". I asked, and this time around I was already hurting his wrist.

"You know that you are hurting me right?. Please let go of me!". He yelled.

I mean he yelled.

"Fucking answer my question, before I start a fight with you". I declared, and if he thought that I was going to be scared of him….. then he's mistaken.

"You seem brave….. If you had acted more...