First message
My jaw clenched tightly as I scanned the crowd trying not to stare at you. Currently you were standing on top of the bar table, with your friend, a bottle in each of your hands as the two of you laugh and dance to the music. I had to fend off two guys already, and if I had to do it again, I was going to drag you out of the fucking bar. I knew you were under a lot of stress with your family life, but that didn’t mean you could be reckless like you have been the past few weeks. I was ready to go.