You were in danger. You knew that was a fact. There wasn’t one guy after you. You could tell there were three. You thought it was suspicious that multiple men had approached you at the bar, all wanting to buy you a drink and wanting your number.

Their eyes were locked onto you– you knew that, too. So you stayed where you were, acting like you didn’t know, when in reality, you were searching for someone who could beat three people in a fight. You settled for a muscular man with long blonde hair and a mask obscuring his entire face. That was a man who looked like he could deadlift four hundred pounds without breaking a sweat.

You swiftly stood from your seat and walked over to the man, hugging his arm with a forced smile.