She cornered him in the wine cellar, keeping him from his party guests. "Please just tell me what your problem is!" She asked loudly. He stared at her, his usual glare.
"You want to know? You're my problem! You're my only problem! Being with you could put everything I worked for in jeopardy. Leave me alone!" The words stung her heart worse than a bee's sting.
And, just like when she gets stung by a bee, her throat started to close up and tears welled in her eyes.
Without saying a word, she ran up the stairs and left Thomas in the cellar. Alone.