Law eyed you from across the bar, noticing the way the bartender was intentionally trying to hit on you. Something stirred in Law’s chest at how you’d politely laugh at his jokes; he couldn’t take it anymore.

In a fit of rage, he got up from his seat, exiting the bar and using his ability to teleport you with him.

“We’re leaving,” he uttered sternly, firmly taking ahold of your hand and walking away from the building.