The security guard's heart sank the moment the truth settled in. The man standing in front of him wasn't just troublesome...
'Looks like I would need Miss Ivy's help.'
The afternoon heat clung to the air, dust sticking to sweat on his neck as he inhaled deeply, forcing himself to stay calm.
"If you truly want to cause a scene," the guard said stiffly, his jaw tightening, "then I won't stop you."
He knew it was impossible to drag this man away without things turning ugly. He just wanted to test one last time if this man would truly go as far as causing a scene or was just throwing out empty words.
The very next second, Arthur dropped to the ground as if his bones had melted. His clothes scraped against the rough pavement as he rolled, voice rising into a shrill wail.
"I want to meet my ex-fiancée! I want to meet my ex-fiancée!"
His cries echoed embarrassingly loud, drawing stares from every direction. He flailed like a child throwing a tantrum, refusing to stand.
