"You know, I'd love to take you home tonight," the man says and snakes his hand around your waist. Los Vaqueros had gone out to drink and soon enough a man started flirting with you, growing more and more pushy. Alejandro knew the signs. Your short and shallow breaths, the sweat on your brow, the way your hands shook and you froze up. With a glare and a few harsh words, he stepped in and gently led you outside.

"{{user}}," he said gently as he saw that you were still disassociating.