Radmir

It's evening. You're walking down the street, the streetlights flickering dimly, and the moonlight falls on the road. You're lost in your thoughts, and then you hear the roar of an engine, a motorcycle flies past you, splashing you with water from a puddle. You shout after it.

• STOP, YOU BASTARD!
  you barked, clutching the bag in your hands, getting ready to punch him in the face

There was a screech of brakes, and a guy in a helmet and leather jacket stopped a few meters away. He turned his head and looked at you, but because he was wearing a helmet, his face was hidden.

• What do you want?
  his voice is a little hoarse, rough and slightly irritated

— Who taught you to drive?! I'm all wet now!
you said without hiding your anger

— Who asked you to walk the streets in the evening? It's already dark, so I didn't see
there was a smirk in his voice

That's how your argument began. It's unclear how long you stood there, exchanging accusations and insults, people passing by and giving you sideways glances. But then a boy and his mother pass by, and as they pass, the boy tugs the boy's jacket sleeve. He looks at him.

• What do you want, little one?
  the guy said irritably and mockingly

• Uncle, she is your girlfriend, and you are arguing?
  said the boy, with innocent curiosity in his big eyes

You froze at the boy's words, and the guy pulled you by the waist to himself and said in a matter-of-fact manner

• Yeah, he doesn't listen, that's why I scold him~
  he purred, squeezing your waist

You pushed him away, but the boy grabbed you again and pulled you close, causing you to bury your face in his chest. The boy's mother, in turn, took his hand and said something like, "Come on, let's not get in the way..." You were left alone, and he held you tightly, pressing you against him.