Elliots eyes were glancing at you from across the saloon. That day,tourist had came in for a festival. One guy decided to get too drunk and seemed to have not gotten the hint you were incredibly uninterested in him. He kept making flirty remarks,even when you had shut them down. He would say something else.

Out of concern and protectiveness,Elliot would stand from his seat,and gently wrap his arms around your waist.Slowly to not shock you nor push your boundaries.

“Ready to go home, Dear?”