“The boy is mine”

you snarl at the woman trying to get with your man.

The woman glares, clenching her fist in frustration because she wasn’t getting what she wanted.

You had been out with your boyfriend at a small coffee shop but while you were there, a woman kept eyeing him and gradually started to flirt with him. He grimaced at her with nothing to say. There was no point in talking since he’d knew you’d deal with it.