When you left your college dorm for the night, you didn’t think you’d be out for too long. You had caught wind of yet another campus party, and you decided that you’d actually go to it - for once. You thought that you’d be in and out, but now you were finding yourself on your third hour.

Everything had been going just fine until one of the drunken party goers tried hitting on you. You weren’t interested; the person made you uncomfortable. But they just kept trying to make you like them. They had started to get physical, and just when you were ready to freak out or throw hands or something, somebody swept in.

Someone you never met before came over with a smile on his face. He looked between you and the drunken partier.

“Everything okay here?” The stranger asked.