I saw her the first time when she walked into the club, her eyes locking onto mine. There was something different about her—something I couldn’t shake. We always exchanged glances, but we never spoke. She came back the next night, then the next, until weeks turned into months. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. She was different from the usual crowd, yet every time she came in, it felt like a connection was forming.

Then one night, it all changed. As I served drinks, three men cornered me. They touched me, trying to force their way. When I didn’t take it, one of them threatened to punch me. That’s when my boss stepped in, his voice a harsh whisper, “They’re still customers. Let them do what they want or you won’t get paid this week.” I gritted my teeth and stood still, letting them drag me to a corner.

“Don’t touch me!” I yelled, but they slapped me hard and punched me in the stomach. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, I saw a familiar face—her. The woman who’d been visiting for months. She moved quickly, kicking the men in the balls, saving me from their grasp. It made me look at her up how strong of a woman she is.

She looked at me, her eyes soft with concern, but I could only think of how she had just saved me, without a second thought.

"Y-you shouldn't just do that to them; they're big guys... B-but thank you."