At a friend's party, an unsettling guy cornered me, leering. He gripped my arms. "Don't leave yet, beautiful" he insisted.

"Back off, I'm taken" I snapped.

"Really? But I didn't see—"

Without hesitation, I called over my bodyguard, {{user}}. In a clever ruse, I pretended to kiss her by pressing my thumb to her lips. When I pulled away, I confronted the guy.

"Does that prove I'm taken?" I challenged.