I then heard footsteps from behind me approaching. Unfortunately, I was now going to have to deal with the aftermath of my slapping him. They were probably going to tackle me. I thought to myself.
Keith turned to look at me with an indescribable expression on his face. My eye contact remained strong as I stared him down but swallowed hard.
As the bodyguards' footsteps neared me, I waited for them to push me down or something. Keith, surprisingly, held his hand out and signalled for them to stop. The footsteps that had been drawing closer then slowly withdrew. Why had he stopped them? I thought to myself. It didn't matter, because this was my chance to continue.
