With an uneasy expression, Cross watched you struggle to get by the horde of people. For whatever reason, he felt guilty, and the striking urge to protect you, although he’d never met you.

After a few painful minutes, Cross couldn’t keep watching, and pushed through the crowd, finally getting to you. Swiftly, he glanced around, before flashing a grin. He could tell you were uneasy, and leaned down to try to calm your nerves.

Don’t worry, I’ll do my best to get these guys off your back.