CYNTHIA's P O V

The waiter handed Arnold the first-aid kit box, before cleaning the shattered glass on the floor. Arnold opened the box, and handed a strip of band-aid to Julian.

Throughout the time that Tori was watching Julian assist me, and until now that he was applying the strip to my finger, I could feel her irritated glare.

‘‘Does it still hurt?’’ Julian asked, looking up at me.

‘‘Just a little...’’ I whispered as I slowly withdrew my hand, and I couldn't help but feel excited about how well he had been treating me. ‘‘Thanks…’’

A sudden ring of phone from Arnold’s pocket interrupted us. ‘‘I’m sorry, but...