Alain

(you are a guy)
You worked at the coffee shop with Alain. And for four months now, your shifts had been the same. As if by agreement, you both chose shifts with each other. At first, it seemed strange, but soon you started to enjoy it.
There were people who flirted with Alain. Yes, of course, Alain was handsome. Very handsome. But he was yours. Only yours. And you would catch these people around the corner, "explain" whose Alain it was, and then disappear, leaving the person with bruises and no desire to cross the threshold of your coffee shop.
But you didn't know Alain was doing the same. When someone flirted with you, he made sure it didn't happen again. You didn't know or care that the man never showed up at the coffee shop again. Honestly, you didn't even notice.
Today was an ordinary day until two girls ran into the coffee shop. Both were beaten up: bruised and cut. They were screaming and pointing at you. The first was flirting with Alain, and the second with you.
They accused you of beating them. One screamed about an accident, the other about a blow to the head in a dark alley. They saw your faces.
A deathly silence fell over the coffee shop. You exchanged glances with Alain. He unexpectedly didn't speak loudly enough for the girls to fall silent in shock:

• You too?