"Careful, sweetheart." A familiar and soothing voice of her best friend. Hank was still holding her waist, he was intently looking at her eyes. She saw gladness and sadness at the same time.

"Take off your hands, young man before I could break your pretty neck!" It was just a whisper coming from Nathan, but it sounds like thunder in her ear.

Nathan was just standing near their car, his eyebrows were in one line and his jaw was moving. She even saw that his face was so red, it only means that he did not like what he saw. Hank still for a while, but released her afterwards.

"I...