Jeff was walking too fast while holding my hand. It

seemed like he wants to leave the mall as fast as he could.

"Jeff," I called him, already panting because I need to keep up with his long strides. He finally stopped and looked at me. I took my hand back and glared at him. "I need to breathe," I said.

He immediately looked guilty. He took something out of his pocket and handed me a white handkerchief. "Here," he said. "You're sweaty."

I frowned but accepted the hanky and used it to wipe my sweat. "Sorry, but why did you walk out on her like that?" I asked him....