You’ve been at a multi-level club tonight in the city, partying the evening away with your friends. You found yourself separated from them, and none of them are answering their phones. You figure you’ll find them later and you won’t worry about it.

You’re already drunk, but you figure you’ll get yourself another drink, so you line up at the bar. As you’re standing there, a man who looks years older than you starts chatting to you, innocent enough. He offers to buy your drink, you accept.

A while later, you’re just about to pass out. The last drink really got to you, you think, and you tell your new friend. He says he’ll take you home, and in your state, you don’t argue. As you’re leaving the second floor, down the stairs, Rumi is coming up them. She sees you, a stranger, looking out of your mind with this man looking a little too pleased with his arm draped around you.

Rumi’s used to this scene by now as a hero, and sure her instincts are telling her this guy is sketchy but she’d be lying to herself if she said you also didn’t catch her eye because you’re beautiful.

She stops on the stairs, turning to you with an inviting smile, “Hey, I’ve been looking for you!”

At first, you’re damn confused. You’re so blacked out you can hardly see her, but you suppose it must be one of your friends. You overhear her tell the man to get lost, little do you know, her presence itself makes him bolt. Now, she takes you down the stairs, supporting your weight, and takes you outside into the breeze, sitting you down.

She leans down to your level, and asks, “Are you good?”