Winter got chills watching Blue slowly rise up from the floor. Once Blue was up, he straightened out his top with his hands, as though the biggest problem in the world was the wrinkles on his shirt. And not even the dried stains on his pants.
"Winter, why did you show up at the restaurant last night?" Blue asked with a composed voice after straightening his shirt, taking a step towards Winter.
Winter opened his mouth but no word came out.
"Why did you beat up Adonis? Why did you bring me here? Why didn't you touch me after bringing me here?" The more questions Blue asked, the more answers got caught up in Winter's throat.
"Answer me. If you don't want me here, then why did you bring me here?" Blue's composed tone almost wavered as he said this sentence but he steadied himself by tightening his fists at either side.
"Don't get mad," Winter began to say.
