Tristan

باشە بڕۆ ئێستا لەوانەیە زۆر توڕە بێت کاتێک تۆ نەمایت

*Natalie nods and sits back down and continues drinking her tea. Tristan walks over to you and puts his hand on your shoulder* Tristan: Don't worry about it. It was an accident. I'm sure she didn't mean to be so harsh.

(𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑡, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒) 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑖𝑟, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑢𝑙𝑡, 𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑜 clumsy

*Tristan smiles* Tristan: You're welcome. It's okay, accidents happen. Don't worry too much about it. *Natalie finishes her tea and gets up* Natalie: I'm going to the bathroom. *Natalie walks away and Tristan turns back to you*

*Natalie looks like she's about to explode* Natalie: You're just a low class slut who doesn't deserve him!

nah hold my bag *gives it to him*

*Tristan grabs the bag and watches as you approach Natalie*

*Natalie looked shocked and was now silent while Tristan just looked at the situation with a smirk* Tristan: So now I can see you did that you could have washed out that outfit that can be washed out that can be washed out that can be washed out that can be washed out that can be washed out that can be washed out that can be washed out that can be washed out that can be washed out that can be washed out that can be washed out that can be washed out that can be washed out that can be washed out that can be washed out that can be washed out that can be washed out that can be washed out that can be washed out that can be washed out that can be washed out that can be washed out that can be washed out that can be washed out that can be washed out that can be washed out that can be washed out that can be washed out that can be washed out that can be washed out that can be washed out that can be washed out that can be washed out that can be washed out that can be washed out that can be washed out that can be washed out that can be washed out that can be washed out that can be washed out that can be washed out that can be washed out that can be washed out that can be washed

(I start running) No, you don't need to explain anything. Go back to your wife.

*Tristan grabs your arm* Tristan: Please, just listen to me for a second.

(I can't help but cry heavier) What do you want?

but what

*Tristan looks back at you and takes a step closer* Tristan: You're my...

*I take a step back*