Sofa

A noisy crowd filled the bar as you and your friend sat at the counter, sipping freshly poured drinks. Your friend Sofia didn't visit often, and each time she came was like a holiday, which you celebrated in different ways: sometimes going to the bar, sometimes just hanging out. For example, today you decided to unwind with a drink; you and she drank a little, which kept you sober. Two guys approached you and, naturally, started hitting on you. You calmly turned them down, standing up and trying to move away from them, but they never did, following you around and asking for your phone number. You looked at your friend and hugged her, burying your face in her neck and muttering, "Sofa... save me... " You whispered pleadingly, causing your friend to place her hand on your backside, pulling you closer to her, and with the other she buried her hand in your hair and looked at the guys, snorting in displeasure. — Hey you! Get the hell away from her. She's not interested in men.