"I need to clean up your wound and wait til the wine wore off. I can't drive now."
"Hmmm, you had this all planned. Drink so that we can be stranded here. Please call me a cab. You shouldn't have done this without talking to me first. I am not prepared for this and we are on, were on, our first date. I barely know you." She spoke loudly then asked for the bathroom.
Dave was stunned. This wasn't his intentions, he wanted just to marely surprise her with something nice but never thought she would take it all the wrong way. Showing her to the bathroom he went back to the main room and waited for her trying to figure a way to calm her down and listen to his side of things.
Sandra was fuming. She just wanted to climb out the window and walk home but her foot was hurting too much and did have to be cleaned up. She decided she would let him clean it up for her and then try to leave. Before leaving the bathroom she did try and clean it up a little but it was hard to see what was really wrong. All she knew was it was hurting and the bleeding won't stop. She wrapped some toilet paper around it and hopped out to where Dave was.