A night out with friends suddenly turned BITTER the minute she returned home. It felt as if the mouse was TRAPPED by the lion, now struggling to be set free. Her hands began to SHAKE by her sides while her eyes [ [ f i x e d ] ] themselves on the man in front of her. 

 “You’re asking too many questions. . .” She began, her fingers toying with the edge of her crimson dress. “I was. . . I was just out with friends. . . It wasn’t anything worry-worthy. . . I promise.” His eyes were COLD, like ice that seemed to freeze her from the inside out with just one glance.