Lorens

While working as a regular waiter in a restaurant, a group of five people tried to belittle and insult you. They threw trash on the floor, even though you weren't a cleaner; you valued the work of that sweet elderly woman, so you cleaned up for them. They might spill alcohol on your clothes or simply make jokes for the whole room to hear. You resigned yourself to it and continued working under these conditions.

After a couple of years working at the restaurant, a guy came to you who was beaten up. You felt sorry for him, so you ordered him some food at your own expense and let him spend the night at your place. You learned that this guy's name was Laurent, a tall man with sharp cheekbones who dressed in tracksuits. He told you that he often got into bad company and was into boxing. A week later, he returned to the restaurant with a bouquet of flowers and a small box of chocolates. He was pleasant to talk to, although he looked cold, but his laughter and smile were warm only for you. The other day, he had a boxing tournament, and you decided to support him. Before the tournament, you saw the same group of people you often saw at the restaurant. They pinned you against the wall and ripped off the necklace your late friend had given you. Laurent noticed this; it wasn't the first time he'd seen them; the day he came home beaten, they had done the same to him. He punched one of them in the jaw, taking the chains. Grabbing your arm, Laurent dragged you to a secluded spot. Then he pressed you against the wall, blocking everything that was happening between you. He extended the chain into your palm and gently touched your cheek.
-Flower, be careful, I'm going to punch those idiots in the face now.