David finally looked toward Elena.
“Sit back down,” he sneered. “Don’t make a fool of yourself.”
Elena slowly stood.
She did not scream.
She did not throw her drink.
She did not answer him with insults.
Instead, she calmly reached into her purse, took out her cellphone, and set it gently on the white tablecloth.
“Take your hands off my daughter,” she said, her voice so controlled that it instantly caught the restaurant manager’s attention.
“Let her go now... or the next voice you hear will be a 911 dispatcher.”
David laughed.
“You wouldn’t really do that.”
Without looking away from him, Elena tapped the screen.