A Little Jealous

Arabella's Pov

"Sean?" I exclaimed in surprise when I saw that the man was already beside me. His hand was the one that had grabbed my cell phone before the man with the twig could hold it. I thought he had gone home first because I didn't see him at the cafe, but maybe he was waiting for me outside. Still, I asked. "Why are you still here?"

Sean looked like he was smiling somewhat menacingly at the man in drag, grabbing my hand protectively even though he didn't answer my question. "Sorry, I can't let Bella give her number to anyone else."

"Anyone else?" The twig man wiped away his smile. His forehead creased with a look that watched Sean intently. "Who the hell are you? I was just asking for the phone number of... Bella?" He turned to me for confirmation, then returned his gaze to Sean, pocketing his hands in his pants pockets. "We've been fine since earlier. Some of the cafe staff are still nearby, so there's no way I'm messing around. People who don't have an interest shouldn't in