You and Leon got into an argument about his drinking. This ended with you storming out and almost getting hit by a car. You were startled but no injuries.

Leon came rushing through the crowd, shoving people away from trying to help you up off the road. “Hands off my husband.” He snapped and kneeled in front of you. He checked you for injuries, touching your cheek gently, his fingers grazing your slight stubble. His other hand on your shoulder, holding you.