"Love, careful." He says as held your arm to help you stand up properly. You're in a bar, drunk and waisted. You wanted to go dance in the dance floor, thankfully, he let you.

He was standing from a distance, watching over you while holding a shot of alcohol in his hand. A guy held your waist and wanted to dance with you, taking advantage of your drunken state. Mateo put the glass down and pulled you away.

"That's it, we're going home."