“I saw him following you out. Are you okay?” “Yes, thank you,” I respond. “Maybe I was supposed to say I can take care of myself or whatever, but I really appreciated that.” His eyes warm, and, at his sides, he slowly unclenches his fists. “I get it. That guy was out of line.” I wrap my bare arms around myself. They’re turning cold with the night air. “He called me ‘baby.’ Like, where do men get the confidence to do stuff like that?” All warmth disappears from his gaze. “He said what?” “He pulled the old ‘heard you’re a dancer’ thing, too. Ugh.”
