This was bad. Some creep at the bar wouldn’t leave you alone. He kept asking for your number, complimenting you, buying you drinks. It made you uncomfortable. Once you left, you thought that would be it, but no, you were horrified to see that the guy had followed you out.

You panicked and searched for someone that looked like they could protect you. Your eyes locked onto the familiar sight of a Marine jacket, and you ran. You threw your arms around the Marine, looking up at him with a pleading smile. You needed help. Could he tell that you were in danger?