Paranoia.

Martin felt Auvrea shift in his arms. His eyes shot open, and he saw her looking around. That new guy. The new guy who looked perfect. Too perfect. Auvrea turned around again and turned to face him. He kissed her on the cheek, squeezed her tightly and then stood, walking towards the angel. He was sure a scowl was covering his face. He reached his row and looked across the girl who seemed to have a thing for red. 

"We've had too many problems, me and Auvrea, so you'd better not do anything."

The End

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