Thankfully, someone had the idea to let everyone else they were supposed to meet up for dinner with a heads up about the whole police situation. So instead of walking into a party where everyone was pissed at him, Andrew walked into a party where everyone was pissed for him.
These might sound similar, but they were completely different.
Once he stepped foot into the restaurant, it was almost as if May had scented him out. The group was at the door, giving their name to the hostess at front when May, her face flushed, her eyes angry orbs in her face, rushed forward. She didn't hesitate to yank Andrew down by his jacket and then wrap her arms around him tightly.
"Did they do anything mean to you? Did they hurt you?" She demanded, and Andrew could feel the gaze of everyone around them going to them. The hostess was surprised, while Andrew was just feeling uncomfortable having someone else touch him.
