You were leaning against the brick wall outside the drive-in, waiting for Bob. The night was sticky-warm, cicadas buzzing, neon lights flickering overhead. That’s when a couple of Greasers spotted you. “Hey, doll,” one of them drawled, sauntering over with a smirk. His buddy laughed, nudging him forward. “Pretty thing like you shouldn’t be standing out here alone. Why don’t you let us keep you company?.

He slid into view, hands shoved casually in his pockets, but his eyes were anything but casual. They were cold, sharp, and locked right on the Greasers. “Didn’t realize you two had a death wish,” Bob said smoothly, his voice edged with danger. “Flirting with my guy? Bold move.” The Greasers tried to laugh it off, but before they could blink, Bob had shoved the first one back hard enough that he stumbled against the wall..