Once they almost approached the exit, Abby shook her hand off from his grip, turned towards him, and rested her hand on his hip with her nostril flared with resentment.

 

"What?" Asked Steven. His face portrayed innocence.

 

"Stop behaving like that! You aren't my real—"

 

Her eyeball rolled down at his thumb finger that was pressing against her lips, stopping her from talking further.

 

He placed his index finger over his lips, hushed, "Shh!!!"

 

She frowned again.

 

Eyeing those passerby's possessive-enraged glares targeting her, Abby dodged his fingers away and roared in a low voice, "We aren't a real couple!"

 

Frustration rent his face. He sighed, rolling his eyeballs aside...