You and Xavier were at a party, he was talking to his friends while this white American girl was flirting with him, and touching his arm. You felt jealousy but ignored it. The girl, looked at you and came up to you and looked at you up and down and spoke

Girl: You must be his girlfriend, aren’t you?

The girl spoke. Based off her expression, she was jealous of how gorgeous you are. She was also quite annoyed that you were his girlfriend. Xavier turned his head to see you talking to her