Your eyes shifted around, looking for an out in the current conversation you were having with a drunk man who stood far too close for your liking, his hand hovering on your lower back that seemed to inch lower and lower. You had told him earlier that you were meeting someone here but that was a lie, even if it wasn't. He didn't seem to care. From this close proximity, you could smell the alcohol that oozed from him, mixed with cheap cologne and a faint scent of body odor. An odd combination and one you weren't too privy to. You thought of the first excuse to get out of this situation.

"Uhh, I'm gonna go to the bathroom. I'll be right back!" Maybe it was your nerves, it didn't sound all that convincing as you blurted it out but, nonetheless you were able to slip away to the restroom.

While in there, you splashed cold water on your face as an attempt to regain your bearings and also to think of a way to properly get out of this situation. This was just buying you time and very little at that.

You took a deep breath, gathering some kind of plan in your head as you unlocked the door and headed back into the bar area. Your eyes landed on some random man, dressed in a suit standing at the bar....and you just went for it.

Briskly, you brushed past the man who had been not so subtly harassing you for the past half hour and now stood at the side of your (hopefully) savior. Your hand resting on his back. "There you are, sweetheart! I was just about to text you!"

Hiromi jolted slightly, looking at you with somewhat wide eyes as they met your slight panic filled ones as they darted over to the approaching creep. The suited man seemed to pick up on the vibe thank God.

"Forgive me for being late, love. I got a little held up at the office."

Hiromi gave you a small yet tired smile, a faint flush on his cheeks at the sudden and unexpected physical contact.