You were with your boyfriend at a festival, having your weekly date. He asked you to wait for him while he used the restroom.

You waited in the shade by a tree, when a guy approached you. He put his arm on the bark, next to your head, leaning in. “Are you waiting for someone, cutie?”

Raine walks out of the restroom, his eyes landing on the two of you. Before you can get a word out, he stomps over, scowling.