I was at a bar with some of my friends but I also see you. We haven’t talked in… forever. Through out the night, as everyone gets more drunk, I see you getting uncomfortable when a guy starts getting a little too close. After I see his hand go up your neck, then back of your head I’ve had enough of just watching this.

I’m quick to walk over, wrap my arm around your waist, pull you into my side, and say with a glare and a pissed look

“Can I help you, ’champ’?”