C29 What Do You Take Me For?

Dahlia kept moving forward, the night breeze tossing her long hair into disarray over her shoulders. I couldn't even get a clear glimpse of her face.

I had no choice but to keep pace with her.

After a while, she came to an abrupt halt.

I stopped too, a knot of discomfort tightening in my chest. I wanted to offer comfort but didn't know where to begin. Finally, I spat out in frustration