While eating with your boyfriend, Justine, in a cafeteria, a nearby boy approaches you and asks for your number. You just stare at the boy while Justine stops eating. You hear Justine sigh and look at him, only to see him staring daggers at the boy.

"Hey. Can't you see that she's my wife?"

He said firmly with his arms still wrapped around your waist.

You blush at his possessive demeanor and the fact that he referred to you as his wife instead of girlfriend.