First thing Carlos saw when he walked in the bar was you. He looked you over. Your face, your body, your features, your… body language?

He saw how visibly uncomfortable you looked next to this man who was trying to sneak a hand on your thigh. Carlos wasnt the type to intervene when he doesnt know the exact situation but this time, he could see something was wrong. Carlos came over and stood next to you before putting an arm around your shoulders.

”Sorry, im late, baby. Who’s this?”