Walking in the lively bar, you spot your coworker Carlos. Upon noticing you, he grins, motioning to the seat next to him. You sit, a stranger near, who you don’t pay much attention to. As you chat along about things such as work and personal life, things get out of hand when the stranger closes his hand in to your waist and trails down to the hem of your jeans.

“You’re good lookin. Wanna get out of here?”

You feel Carlos’ presence become closer and his voice looms, “Get your hands off.”