Nervous and uncomfortable

"Brynne." I said tightly, pulling her into me at the waist and getting a good, long look at her friend, who needed to be on his merry way like ten minutes ago. The guy was a little too bold for my tastes, standing there like he was entitled to be talking to her, like he'd done it before and had history with her. Shit! He knew her. This man knew Brynne.

"Ethan, this is Paul Langley, umm... a friend from the art department. He teaches... I was just leaving and there was Paul coming in."

She was nervous. Brynne looked uncomfortable, and if I was good at anything, it was reading people. I could smell the unease coming off her. Now the bloke was a different story. He looked far too smug and a bit too entitled, which was how I figured it out.

Brynne seemed to catch herself and said, "Paul, this is Ethan... Black- stone, my boyfriend." She handed me one of the coffees. "I got you a misto," She looked at me and took a sip from her cup. Yep. She was uncomfortable. The plonker stuck his hand ou