Just as Olivia was beginning to get bolder, sitting closer to him, wrapping her arms around his, leaning her weight into him like she was clinging for warmth, he suddenly shifted.
Without warning, he began rising from his seat.
"Hmm?" She blinked up at him in surprise. "Where are you going?"
"I've gotta hit the bathroom for a sec." He said casually, brushing his fingers through his hair as he stood. "I'll be back in a minute. If the waiter comes, go ahead and order something for yourself."
Her hands, which had been resting lightly on his arm, gripped a little tighter as if she didn't want to let him go just yet.
There was a slight pout forming on her lips, a reluctant tilt of her brows as she looked up at him with soft eyes. It was obvious she wanted to keep touching him, wanted him to stay right there.
Still, after a moment, she let go with a tiny nod. "…Okay."
