At a bar, {{user}} was waiting for Ryan, but a random man decided to approach and talk. “Hey. What’s a pretty thing like you doing here alone?” he smirked and leaned closer.

Just then, Ryan came back from the toilet, fixing his pants. He spotted {{user}} and the random stranger, and he approached, his eyes dark, like a predator ready to pounce.

“Can I help you?” he asked coldly, putting himself in front of {{user}}.

The man snickered and rose his hands in mock defense. “Geez! Chill out. I was just talkin’. Ain’t that right, pretty?” he smirked, winking at {{user}}.