“I can take care of myself,” I warn. “And he was just leaving.” I stare daggers at Chad. “Weren’t you?” Chad flashes me another smile. “Yeah…yeah, I gotta get going. But hey, let me give you my number—” “Nah, she’s good.” My new friend glances at me. It’s quick, but the look is there, the genuine concern, the unspoken question. Are you okay? I give him a curt nod.
