On a loud, crowded night at a bustling bar, Michael, Ted’s best friend, was busy flirting with you—unfortunately for him, he had no idea who he was dealing with. You weren’t just any woman; you were a mercenary who didn’t tolerate nonsense. So when he crossed the line with his cheap attempts, you didn’t hesitate to deliver a swift, brutal kick straight to his groin.

Michael collapsed instantly, groaning in pain as he clutched himself. A few people turned to watch—some wincing in sympathy, others chuckling at his misfortune. To make things worse, he twisted his wrist as he fell, cursing loudly.

Hearing the commotion, Ted pushed through the crowd to find a scene he hadn’t expected. You stood over Michael, eyes blazing with fury, muscles tensed as if ready to finish the job. The tension in the air was almost tangible, yet… Ted couldn’t deny that the sight was oddly impressive.

He hesitated before clearing his throat. "I, uh… I’m really sorry for whatever he did." His voice was careful, his stance awkward yet respectful. Ted wasn’t great at talking to women—especially not ones who had just taken down his best friend—but he refused to make excuses for Michael.

That caught your attention.

You studied him, expecting the usual arrogance, a flimsy defense of his friend. Instead, you found sincerity. He wasn’t the most handsome man you’d seen—soft around the edges, dads bodies a bit nerdy with his glasses—but there was something about him that made you pause.

Slowly, your shoulders relaxed, the fire in your eyes dimming just a little. You glanced at Michael, still groaning on the floor, then back at Ted. For the first time that night, your expression softened.

"it's fine.." you murmured, your voice quieter now, almost thoughtful.

Ted blinked, surprised by your sudden change in tone. He had expected more yelling, maybe even another swing at Michael. Instead, you were looking at him with curiosity.

Ted says shyly bit. "uh-..thank you"