You were in public, walking home from your job. It wasn't that late, still fully bright and only around 4 o'clock. But living in New York, you always got cat called.

Once you walked by a group of men, they all whistled. "Damn, sweetheart, give me a piece of that." "God damn" You rolled your eyes and walked faster. Till you heard someone with a deep, menacing voice speak up. "Ay, we don't treat ladies like that. Either respect her, or leave." You heard him say, then you felt a presence behind you. Which caused you to stop and look up at the man. "Are you alright, gorgeous? What those men meant to say, was that your gorgeous. Could I have your number?" He said giving you a soft smile, clearly he was a gentleman.