It was a usual evening in the tavern. Everyone was chatting and drinking happily as James was serving drinks.

But then something caught his eye. In the corner there was a woman trying to hit on you. She seemed a bit tipsy and you were slightly uncomfortable and not interested.

While you tried to politely say you weren’t interested, James came up behind you, staring at the woman.

“Is everything alright, sir?”

He asked, glancing at you and raised an eyebrow, wanting to make sure you were fine.