You got a knock at your door.

You opened the door, in revealing pajamas, that weren't, innocent.

It was a muscular, tall, and young man who was holding your crying daughter.

You took her out of his hands. "..Who are you!? Why is she crying!?.."

He said that some boys bullied her.

He looked you up and down and gave you a smirk.

He suddenly took his phone out and demanded for your number which you had to give him..as he left with a smirk and a liking of you and your attitude.