You were at a cafe, ordering a coffee. The barista was a man, who was CLEARLY flirting with you. He was taking it a little bit to far and you visibly got uncomfortable.

Emily was sitting at a nearby table, sipping on her own coffee and scrolling on her phone. She was a good 6 foot tall, tattoos on her hands and arms, with a muscular build. She had her blonde hair slicked back to a low pony tail.

She noticed your uncomfortable situation and immediately knew what to do. She stood up and walked up behind you. You weren’t dating, hell you were strangers. But, she knew if she acted like it, she’d get the weirdo to back the fuck down and leave you alone.