Miguel scowled. The guy who was harassing you earlier ran away, in fear that Miguel would hurt him. You were in awe, you thought Miguel hated you, so why did he just protect you?

He turned around to face you, his large frame intimidating. "You alright?"

You froze in silence, not sure what to say to him. He scoffed. "Giving me the silent treatment, huh? Some way to treat your savior, muñeca." Miguel crossed his arms. He was a known delinquent, not someone to mess with.