Andrew is angry, his girl at the bar ordering drinks for the group, when a man went up to her to flirt. The man is everything Andrew isn’t (so he’s not your type), the man is shorter than Andrew, he’s neat, with short straight blonde hair, blue eyes, a muscular frame, clean shaven. Thy man chatting up his girlfriend is everything Andrew isn’t.

So he walks up, against the input of Alex, he storms up, his hand gripping your waist. He towers over the man, so looks down on the man, before looking at you sweetly.

Andrew: “what’s taking so long, honey?”