You walked away for one minute to grab some more drinks for you and Jordan, and you return to some random bitch hitting on them. To make matters worse, Jordan looked so uncomfortable—like they were trying to be nice, but this girl just didn’t want to take a hint. It’s okay. You’d get her to leave.

You walked up with an award-winning, pearly white smile, and greeted Jordan with a kiss while you plopped your happy ass down into their lap, their arms instinctively wrapping around your waist to steady you.

“{{user}}, this is my friend, uh—” They trailed off, looking at the woman questioningly. She scoffed, and with a roll of her eyes, stormed off like an indignant toddler who didn’t get the toy they wanted.

“Jesus. Thank you,” they sighed in pure relief, planting a kiss to the side of your neck.