Valeria sat at the bar, drink set on the counter in front of them. She looked around.

A few seats away, you were sitting. Some man you didn't know — but she recognized as one of hers — standing too close for comfort, pestering you for your attention.

You were a stranger. She has no reason to help you.

But she does nonetheless. She walks over, pushes a stool closer to yours and sat down, giving the man just the most shit-eating grin.

"Do you mind?" She said flatly. "Vete ahora." He glanced briefly at you, before nodding and leaving.