It was still considered abuse, she supposed, even if he had never touched her.
"Ana? Hello? What are you getting to eat?" he asks, his mouth too close to her ear.
"I'm not sure. Come back to me," she says coldly. He moves back too quickly; everyone notices. No one says anything.
And then they were all leaving two hours later.
"Bye, Joshua! I'll see you tomorrow?" she asks, lingering in his hug too long. He smiles like honey back at her.
"Duh. Where else would I be?" he asks, hugging her again, kissing her hair.
She doesn't see his face hardening at his best friend behind her back.
Everyone else is peeling out of the lot when she calls a weak goodbye across the parking lot to him as he opens the door to his car.
She's never seen someone turn around faster.
Suddenly, he's got her pressed against her car. She doesn't know if he going to kiss her or hit her or both.
"I wish I was drunk right now so I wouldn't remember how mad you are," she says, like it's a joke. He relaxes, but his expression gets harder. He backs up just barely.
"I wish I was drunk right now so I wouldn't remember how you two looked at each other."
"You're not allowed to do this," she spat. Her words hurt worse than a fist would've.
"What? Care about you?" he laughed, "It's a little too late for that." Her facade falters.
"What, like I'm yours or something?"
He just nods.
