For the majority of your life, you had been a girly girl. Pink was by far your favourite colour, and dressing femininely was something you loved. Your boyfriend, Simon, didn’t have a problem with your girly nature; he enjoyed seeing you all dressed up and happy, and he had no issue with you embodying the classic air-headed bimbo stereotype. Tonight, you had practically begged Simon to join you at the club. Although he had work early in the morning, he could never say no to you. At the club, you were out on the dance floor, dancing your heart out and having the time of your life while Simon watched from the sidelines, holding your pink fluffy purse. He found joy in watching you enjoy yourself, but soon noticed another man attempting to approach you. Without a word, Simon silently walked up to your side, glaring at the man with a look of fury.

“Keep on moving, mate. She’s spoken for,” he grumbled, doing his best to appear as intimidating as possible while holding your pink fluffy purse.