Vincent saw Natalia getting out of the restaurant and heading to the beach. He took quick steps to pursue her. He eventually reached out and grabbed her arm, spinning her around.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"Why do you care?" She retorted.
"Natalia, stop acting like a child." Vincent struggled not to yell at her. "It’s dark out there. It’s not safe. Come, I will walk you to your room."
He stretched his hand to hold hers, but she retreated and grunted, "I can take care of myself."
"Yeah…" He nodded and checked her over from head to toe. "I can see how you take care of yourself. You can’t even have a proper meal. Look at yourself... How skinny you are."
"It’s none of your business." She sulked and turned aside.
"Oh, everything about you is important to me," he retorted. "I'm concerned when I see you in trouble. Why work so hard when you don't even have time to take care of yourself?"