Holding my girlfriend

"Fine, I'll go there," he said, ending the call. The conversation on the phone was not pleasant, but I decided to give Trence some space before asking about it. As he returned his attention to me, I could see a hint of concern in his eyes, signaling that our conversation might take a different turn.

"Are you done eating your dessert?" he asked. I nodded, feeling curious and apprehensive about what Trence wanted to discuss. The atmosphere between us had shifted, and I braced myself for whatever was coming next.

"Come with me," he added, grabbing my hand and leading me to the restaurant's other side. I couldn't help but wonder what was on his mind as we silently walked together.

He is holding my freaking hand. His hand is a lot bigger than mine. When our skin touched, I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through me. The tension between us was palpable, and I couldn't ignore the fluttering in my stomach. Where will Trence bring me?

I'm unfamiliar with this restaurant, so I must find out