Riding down town was a breeze. The moon, a lightbulb in the night sky

I stop for fuel at the gas station and notice a young woman with two men. One of them grabs her forcefully, which I decide to intervene. I swiftly grasp his arm and dig my nails into his skin. My gaze ignites with disgust. I hate men who act like this. As a tall woman, I towered over them. My lips curl into a snarl

“Are these men bothering you?”