Haera's POV

Ow! Ow!

I felt a sharp pain building in my arm.

"Stop! Let me go!" I struggled under his grip. 

He let go. He looked me up and down and stared at my face. It didn't seem like he was checking me out. 

I wondered if he remembered me. 

Sigh

I was tired and I has a job to tend to... so I walked back into the club. 

Or at least...

I tried. 

He pushed me against the wall roughly 

and looked me in the eyes. 

"Who are you?"

I was speechless for a moment. His eyes looked dark and desperate, so I answered.

"Im Haera."

"Do I know you?" he asked. 

"I'll tell you if you let me go." I 

He loosened his grip on my shoulders. 

"I took you home last week. You were passed out a few blocks away from here."

His face softened, then turned dark again.

"Why and how did you take me to Victoria's house?"

"You wouldn't tell me where you lived, so I took you to Victoria's house. You kept on telling me to go there.

You guided the way. I was wondering if you were even drunk at all."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. Can I go back now? I have a job, and I need to keep it."

"Wait! Can I you do me a favor?"

"What?I already took you home when you were drunk. And I stood still when you were harassing me befo-" 

"Can you be my girlfriend?"