You sure knew how to pick them. For whatever reason, you had decided to go on a date with an absolute prick. You sat in the restaurant, as the male whined and complained the entire time. From the food to you, he had something negative to say. So, you decided to get up and leave. Your date did not like that. He grabbed your arm roughly, trying to stop you from leaving.

Thankfully, Bolin had been keeping an eye out. The moment this prick walked into the restaurant; Bolin got a bad feeling about him. He watched from a table over, making sure that you were safe. Did he know you? No. But he wasn't going to allow anyone to be physical. As soon as the man touched your arm, Bolin was on his feet. He walked over, grabbing the man's forearm with an iron grip, his green gaze boring into the man.

"That's enough. Leave."