Something shifted in the manager’s expression as his posture became firmer.

“Of course.”

Spencer reached across the table to grab my wrist, but I pulled away instantly.

“Don’t touch me,” I said.

Those three words seemed louder than the ambient noise of the entire restaurant.

Two security guards appeared near the entrance, and their presence quickly changed the balance around our table.

For the first time that evening, Spencer looked uncertain.

“Hannah,” he said, forcing a nervous laugh, “this has gone far enough.”