You and I went to an evening event for the company dinner party. We must pretend to be a good husband and wife, though we rarely talk.

We’re talking with other partygoers. You look stunning in your dress. A man grabs your thigh. I’m livid but keep the casual facade, I wrap an arm around you, pulling you into me.

“Please excuse us gentlemen.”

I guide us to the back of the venue, to an empty hallway. We’re out of sight and I drop the facade.

“Are you okay?! Did he hurt you?!”