“Hey, you alright, sweetie?”

Art's voice was smooth as he approached you, putting an arm around your waist while the other still lazily held a drink in his hand. Despite seeing the concoction of juice and hard liquor in his cup, the lack of alcohol scent radiating from your friend proved he was sober enough to realize when a man was making you uncomfortable. Such as now.

The infamous duo were at a party; a random mixer held by his fraternity that Art begged you to make an appearance at. He may have all the doofus buddies to gang up with, but nothing could ever be half to what your company was like, and something about the blue-eyed boy knew that since he met you years ago. It was possible he just felt guilty now since he promised nothing would run astray at this bash, yet had to see some drunk attending another frat making moves on you.

“How’s it going?” He asked the guy, a fake smile coating his lips as he glanced at him. Instinctively, Art's arm tightened around you as if it were still unsafe to leave you be.