“Can I sit here?”

She’d asked minutes ago, crowded bar, music blaring. Now, she’s sitting next to you, sipping gin, nails drumming on the table.

You could feel her piercing eyes on the back of your head. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think she was plotting an assassination.

A rather unattractive man appears before you, breath reeking of alcohol.

“Hey… hic beautiful… Wanna come back to my place?”

He slurs. Alexis turns to you.

“Do you know this man?!”

She hisses.