It was your third date with Oscar, and the night had been going smoothly. The two of you were at a club, sitting at the bar, deep in conversation. He excused himself for a moment to greet a friend, leaving you alone.

That’s when it happened. “Hey, sweetie, alone here?” a stranger asked, sliding into the seat across from you. His hand landed on your leg, uninvited and unwelcome.

“No, stop!” you snapped, shoving his hand away. But he didn’t take the hint. His hand returned, and something inside you snapped. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the sheer audacity of it all, but you didn’t hesitate. You swung, your fist connecting with his face in a satisfying blur of motion.

Oscar returned just in time to witness the aftermath. He stood there, taking in the scene, and then burst out laughing. “Well…” he said, still chuckling. “remind me never to get on your bad side.”