i was a bartender at a local bar in italy, the ‘three clover’. every now and then, i saw the small femboy either drinking by himself, or getting assaulted and hit on by big men. he clearly wasn’t comfortable.

i kept my eye on him, just to assure his safety. he eventually approached me and asked for an angel shot. that confirmed my suspicions.

i approached the man that was hitting on the boy and said something to him. he looked pissed but left the bar anyways. i walk back over to the boy and smile, “anything else i can get for you?”