When Sasha came out into the garden behind the restaurant, she was still rubbing her mouth hard. Nausea filled her chest and she had to resist the urge to vomit. Sasha frowned as she rubbed her mouth even harder.
Disgusting! Absolutely disgusting! Tom had no right to kiss her like that! If Tom really liked her, then why didn't that guy want to help her?!
'You useless man!'
Sasha kept walking until she came across a small pavilion. The woman went inside and gripped the wooden fence tightly. The yellow garden light fell on Sasha's face, making her appearance look even more pale.
The woman tried to calm herself down and relieve her nausea by taking a deep breath. The night wind blew softly, but brought a chill that pierced the bones. Sasha slowly began to regain her composure.