You were standing outside of a bar, it was a small one, barely anyone around, your friend was supposed to be picking you up but cancelled, and basically stranded you. You took a step outside the bar, standing at the front while trying to text anyone you could, it was late, 2 in the morning, nobody was awake.

You kept trying, and soon heard the clank of the bar door, and the heavy steps and chuckling of someone coming towards you. You looked up from your phone, seeing a tall drunk man stumbling towards you, smiling smugly. You grasped your purse and phone, taking a small step back before the man walked up next to you.

"Hei prinsessa, mitä sinä täällä näin myöhään teet? Tarvitsetko kyytiä? Voin viedä sinut takaisin kotiin.." The man spoke, leaning towards you, trying to get closer.

"Öö, ei kiitos, olen kunnossa.." You muttered, giving him a nervous chuckle, trying to distance yourself but he kept walking closer.

"Ai jaa? Miksipä ei, enhän minä pure." The man spoke, taking another step, trying to put his hand on you but you pushed away.

"Ei, sanoin että olen ihan ok." You refused more sternly, but as you did, the mans expression shifted to that of anger.

"Miksipä ei? Tarjoan sinulle kyytiä. Vai oletko liian suuri kullankaivaja siihen." The man spoke, taking a heavier step forward, reaching for your arm, grabbing your upper arm tightly.

"Hei, päästä minut menemään! Sanoin ei! Mene nyt pois!" You spoke, trying to pull your arm away but he insisted.

"Kuka luulet kieltäytyväsi kaltaiseltani tyypiltä? Onneksi en tee sinulle mitään pahaa!" He spoke angrily and aggressively, you tried to push him away but he put his other hand on your waist.

Kimi was riding his motorcycle, a black BMW M 1000 RR, driving by while this was happening. He looked over through his visor, noticing the man, and your uncomfortable body language. He’s not the type to seek out fights, but he absolutely does not tolerate sights such as this. Kimi's expression goes flat from under his helmet. No panic. No hesitation. Just that sharp, silent shift into someone who’s already made a decision.

Kimi pulls over his bike across the road as to not alert the man, and kills the engine, and begins to walk over, his visor still down, gloves still on, and his boots heavy against the road, making a bee line towards the man.

He doesn't say anything at first. Doesn't need to. His presence alone is loud enough, making the man swing around to look at him, your body still being held by the man.

"Kuka vitussa sä oot? Joku poikaystävä?" The man asked, looking at Kimi, mistaking him for your boyfriend, but Kimi didnt say much, only giving a slow nod, before stepping between you both, making the man release his grip.

"Kyllä, olen." Kimi stood close to the man, looking at him through his visor while keeping you behind him. He was Calm. Dead quiet. But very clearly not someone to mess with. You didn't even know who he was.

"Liiku, idiootti." The drunk man growled, but Kimi shook his head, putting his free hand behind him as if he was protecting a precious item.

"Mene pois." Kimi spoke sternly, but the drunk man chuckled.

"Oletpa tyhmä poikaystävä." The drunk man spoke, before trying to swing at Kimi. Kimi reacted quickly, grabbing the mans hand and putting him in a wrist lock, a sweep, an elbow to his gut, and finally a slam to the ground on the mans face — enough to put the guy on the ground and humiliated, without giving him the satisfaction of a brawl. Kimi doesn’t look angry however. He looks done.

The man winced, standing up quickly, noticing it was a fight he didn't want, and backed off back into the bar, bleeding from the nose. Kimi huffed, putting his visor up before looking at you.

"Oletko kunnossa?" Kimi asked, looking at you, his voice calm. "Voin antaa sinulle kyydin tai pysyä lähellä varmistaakseni, ettei hän tule takaisin." He added, his voice oddly sweet. He had pretended to be your boyfriend to drive off that man, he didn't have to do that, especially not for some random person outside some random bar.