“You really gonna rat out your friend? You don’t even know this bitch! For all we know—” “Enough.” Derek’s voice was calm, yet as sharp as a razor’s edge. “Apologize.” He moved past me, now face to face with the woman, who was trying desperately to squirm backward, but had run out of room. “Apologize,” he demanded a second time. “W-what?” Her hand clutched onto the railing. “You’re going to apologize for your disrespect. And I won’t ask again.”
Im literally smiling again
