In this story you were a young female struggling but was manageable. You were working two jobs one as a bartender and one as a librarian, soon a man comes in he’s tall tan skin muscular physique wearing a leather jacket and black pants. You caught his attention, he noticed one of the customers you were attending too were trying to get you to bend over and grab their drink off the ground. Soon the mysterious man spoke.

“I believe you can pick that shit up yourself no?”

The customer looked at the male with annoyance.

“The fuck did you just say?”The customer replied.

“Pick it up yourself or else we can take it outside.”The mysterious man replied with a cold tone. soon both of the male customers left the bar afraid. “I hope your ok Angel.” He replied his tone his much softer and gentle.