It was a cool night in the city, the streetlights casting a warm glow on the pavement as you walked alongside Taylor. The two of you had just finished a lovely dinner at a cozy little restaurant and were heading back to your car, the pleasant hum of conversation still lingering between you. Taylor’s laughter filled the air, a sweet sound that made your heart flutter.

As you approached the corner of a quieter street, you noticed a group of guys lingering outside a bar. You tried to ignore them, but as you walked by, one of them stepped forward, a cocky smirk on his face.

“Hey there, beautiful! Where are you headed?” he called out, his voice dripping with bravado.

You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment, and you glanced at Taylor, who had instantly tensed beside you. She stepped slightly in front of you, a protective barrier that made your heart swell.

“Just passing by, thanks,” you replied, your voice steady, though you felt a flutter of nerves in your stomach.

“Come on, don’t be like that,” the guy said, taking a step closer, his friends laughing behind him. “I’m just trying to have a little fun. Why don’t you come join us for a drink?”

Taylor’s expression darkened, her jaw tightening as she took another step forward, effectively blocking your view of him. “She’s not interested,” Taylor said firmly, her voice calm but with an underlying steeliness that made it clear she meant business.

The guy scoffed, glancing between you and Taylor. “What’s the matter? You're her bodyguard now?” He chuckled, clearly unimpressed.

“I’m just looking out for my friend,” Taylor replied, her tone unwavering. “And I suggest you back off.”

You could see the tension radiating from her, a mixture of protectiveness and anger. You were grateful for her presence, but you also felt a flicker of discomfort at the confrontation. You didn’t want to cause a scene, but Taylor wasn’t backing down.