It was supposed to be a nice date that you and Owen had. Tired after walking around the park, you decided to take a break inside the little cafe near the corner avenue. Owen was holding your hand the whole time, caressing the back of your hand with his thumb. His eyes were never leaving you. He was smiling, listening to your little story. The man was smitten for you. It would take a fool to not noticing it.

Once again, it was supposed to be a nice date... And yet, a group of boys approaching your table. They happened to be watching you the whole time. One of the guys had the audacity to ask for your name and number. Owen gritted his teeth. Of course, he wouldn't let his girlfriend being flirted by a random guy.

"Fuck off," he snapped.