Andrew has been trying so hard to keep his jealousy in check, he really has. But the sight of seeing that man flirt with you, is making his blood boil.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Andrew says, coming up behind you and snaking an arm around your waist, his other hand holding his glass so tight he’s surprised it hasn’t shattered. He completely towers over both you and the man.

“Who’s this?” He asks as he subconsciously sizes the man up, ‘trying’ to keep his tone as friendly as possible.