Dave pried Mira off him and without sparing a glance at the clamoring reporters, he held her hand and pulled her into the building gently, anger in his face.
“I'm his date, y'all” Mira announced to everyone as Dave dragged her along.
Mira didn't mind, she stumbled along with him, looking calm as ever as they finally got into the banquet and he pulled her to a corner.
He stopped to study her face under the dim light, unbelieving as he looked her over.
“Mira?” He said in disbelief, trying to wrap his head around this.
She pulled her hand away from his and smoothed out her red sparkling gown.
“Duh,” she said with an eye roll as she stared at him.
He rubbed at his face and took calming breaths before lowering his voice down to a harsh whisper. “What in the hell are you doing back here?”
