You and me on our favorite bar. Doors closed. Too crowded.
You, touching my waist.
Me, kissing your lips.
About 5 minutes ago I saw a guy standing across and fucking staring so much.
I didn't mind really. We were kissing a lot and I couldn't care less.
I went to the bathroom and I could feel someone following me.
He came too close repeating something I couldn't hear.
- Does your father know you're out?