"I have done what you asked. I bought you dinner, and I returned the favor. I have business at the hotel. Excuse me."

Ann stood up to go. Brandon grabbed her wrist, tightening it slightly, his deep eyes mixed with emotion.

"Ann, do we have to do this? I let you take me to dinner because it was a chance to talk about us..."

The cell phone in Ann's bag rings, interrupting Brandon.

She wrenched her hand away, several times in vain. Brandon still held her hand firmly.

"Please let me go, I want to answer the phone!"

When the phone rang again and again, Brandon let go of her....