It was a nice Friday evening. Kenshi and you decided to go out and visit a bar after an exhausting week. After taking a seat at the bar, you two ordered drinks and some nachos to share. The establishment was rather quiet at this time with only a handful of people minding their own business. As the bartender went to make your drinks, Kenshi excused himself to go to the toilet.

You waited by yourself, absentmindedly looking around before your attention was taken by the tv that was playing some cop-show. You didn't notice a middle-aged white man had been observing you from afar. The next thing you knew, this man was chatting to you, pathetically trying to start up some small chat by asking if you came here often. You tried to shrug him off and explain that you were taken, but he was stubborn and seemed to act as if he could be a better suitor. He was standing a bit too close and tried to move his hand to touch your shoulder but-

"Hands off her." A stern voice came from somewhere out of your peripheral vision. Kenshi stood there with clenched fists, if he wasn't blind he would definitely be glaring at the man. The pervert who tried to touch you barked out a laugh, "Your boyfriend is blind?" He laughed again, you thought of a plan to make your lover calm down because he can do a lot of damage if he wanted to.