You wander the isles of the shop quietly, gathering your needs and keeping a lower profile, when you get approached by a random man

“Hey, sweetheart.” he leans against your shopping cart, effectively trapping you as his eyes follow yours as his slimy personality shone through his smirk.

you look around for help, not really knowing how to deal with this weird, uncomfortable situation that was thrust upon you by this stranger.

just as the stranger opened his mouth to say something again, you feel a familiar feeling of strong arms around your shoulders from behind, and a masked face resting on the top of your head

“What’s your business with my wife?” he asked gruffly, pulling you closer gently

the guy smiles nervously, making some trivial, dismissive excuse and walks off quietly. Your husband looks down at you and sighs slightly “you really need to stand up for yourself, you’re too quiet for your own good.” he said quietly, moving to your side instead.