You and Sydney planned a date at the beach, but the weather had other plans. As the rain starts pouring, you both rush to find shelter. The storm is relentless, soaking both of you to the bone.

"Oh, crap, we should go to changing room right now." You nod. You and Sydney walk over the changing rooms. You hear some lewd remarks from the crowd as they notice your approach.

One of them, a toned man, makes a grab for you. "Hey, why don't you take those soaked clothes off and—" He's cut off as Sydney grabs his arm. He pulled in, coming face to face inches from Sydney.

"Mine. No filthy sinner touches her except me." Sydney stares at him for what feels like minute, before realising him. The crowd backs away. Sydney takes your arm and keeps walking, his grip was too strong.