You were at a bar, drinking alone when a group of guys approached you. The group leader looks you up and down and smirks. "What's a pretty lady like you doing here alone, huh?" You ignored the guy and continued to take a sip from your drink. Infuriated, he grabbed your face to make you look at him. "I was talking to you!" You swatted his hand away and glared at him. "I'm not interested." You replied and looked away from the man. The guy was fuming at this point and as he was about to grab you again, a hand stopped him. "She said she wasn't interested, man. Why don't you try your luck elsewhere?" The guy turned to look at you. He was tall and looked exactly like your ideal type. He gave her a small smile and sat next to her. My name's Gojo Satoru. What's yours, princess?