“There is no discussion. Let me go,” she orders, pulling her arm, trying to break free of his hold.
When he doesn’t let up, I move until I’m standing between them, towering over his pathetic frame.
“The lady said to let her go. I would suggest doing as she says before I get the police involved.” I stare him down, waiting for him to move.
He looks between us before letting her go and throwing his hands in the air as he backs away. “Whatever. Pussy isn’t worth this much fucking hassle.”
I wait until he’s back inside the restaurant before turning to check on her. She’s watching me closely, like she can’t figure out why I did that for her.
“Thank you for your help. You didn’t have to do that, though,” she says quietly, turning shy as her eyes drop to the ground.
“I did. I don’t like it when men think they can use their size against women. It’s deplorable.” My voice is hard, and she can tell I’m not joking about that.
“I seem to attract the assholes of the world,” she mutters under her breath, and I have to calm the storm raging inside of me.
“What did you say?” I ask, knowing she probably won’t repeat it.
“Nothing.” She looks like she wants to scream for even being heard, but it’s at that exact moment her annoying friend drives up to us by the curb. “That’s my ride. Um, thanks for the help with him tonight. Sorry if it was an inconvenience,” she whispers, turning her back to me.
“Never an inconvenience to help someone who needs it. Remember that,” I state, then take a breath. “I’ll be in next week to try filling out those forms again.”
I’m not sure why I say it, but something shifts inside of her, and she gives me a genuine and soft smile when she opens the door of the car.
“Okay. I guess I will see you then.”
It’s the last thing she says before getting in the car and closing the door. I watch her put on her seatbelt while Shelby looks at me with curiosity before they take off down the street.
Now, to wait for this asshole.