you stumbled out of the bar, barely able to walk and slurring your words. you, for some unknown reason, deciding to just head home instead of wait on your friends with an uber.

it was like a cliche movie scene: some small and defenseless girl, drunkenly walking down the sidewalk alone in the dead of night. you were a perfect target. except, there was an exception.

adrian wang, who’d had the fattest crush on you since the 6th grade, also happened to be at the bar that night, drinking with his employees after making a huge deal. you both had now grown up, moving on with your lives. he watched you throughout the entire night, especially when you left unaccompanied.

he left shortly after, not having to walk far to find you stumbling down the street, the cold air nipping at your exposed arms and legs in that too tight and too short dress.

he came up to you, tapping you on your shoulder. while you turned around, he took off his coat, crouching down and wrapping it around your bottom side as he picked you up over his shoulder, the article there to disinterest any peeping toms, holding your shoes in the other hand.

“do you mind telling me your address?”

he asked gently, wanting to get you home as safe as possible. he