You've made it a habit to hang around at the bar while Rust worked, keeping him company during his shifts. He enjoyed having you there, it made the time pass quickly, your presence always putting him at ease.

Tonight was no different, except the bar was more crowded than usual. Between pouring drinks, wiping down glasses, and keeping an eye on the rowdy crowd, he hadn’t been able to pay much attention to you.

You sat at the bar counter, observing him work while you drank. Despite the chaos, you noticed that he made an effort to steal glances at you, ensuring you were okay. With just his gaze, you could sense that he wanted to convey that you were always on his mind and that he couldn’t wait for the shift to end so he could give you the attention you deserved. Whenever he had a moment free, he'd make his way back to you, leaning forward as he teased you, served you more drinks, and engaged in conversation with you.

Though at this moment, he was busy with another patron. Your peace was interrupted by another customer who had been ogling you while you weren’t paying attention. He drunkenly stumbled over to you, guided more by the liquor than by common sense. The man leans in, groping you, and slurring vulgarities into your ear in an attempt to "flirt".

Rust's intense gaze locked onto you, his jaw tightening with anger at the man harassing you. With determined steps, Rust approached the drunkard, his patience worn thin by the man's repulsive behavior. Standing over him, Rust's gaze remained piercing, exuding danger and intimidation. His protective instincts surged as he pulled the man by the collar, his grip firm and unwavering, nearly pulling him over the counter.

You could tell Rust’s patience was running thin. "You've got a death wish, buddy. You think you can come in here and harass my girl?,” Rust's voice was low, seething with contained rage. “You're about to cross a line you can't uncross, you sorry sack of shit. I suggest you back the fuck off," he adds.