"Sophia, I... I can explain," Sebastian stammered, his voice shaky as he struggled to find the right words.
"Explain what exactly, Mr. Knight?" she said coolly, masking the tremble in her voice. "I'm sorry for disturbing you. I just came back for my purse."
Her fingers curled tightly around the leather strap, and before he could say another word, she turned on her heels, making a beeline for the exit.
"Sophia, please wait!" Sebastian called after her, his hand brushing against hers as he reached out to stop her.
She froze for a moment, her eyes meeting his. The pain she had buried in her chest flared to life. "Wait? For what, Sebastian? What could you possibly explain that would make this better? You asked me for this…date."
Sebastian stood speechless, the weight of her heartbreak pressing down on him.
Sophia took a deep breath, her voice steady but sharp. "You know what? I'm a fool. I should have known better. I'm sorry for ruining your evening. Carry on."