Dash

At the office, you didn't get along with a guy named Dash. You weren't enemies, but your relationship was strained. Recently, a new coworker, Eli, came to work for you and immediately set his sights on you. For no apparent reason, Dash didn't like it, but you ignored it. Eli started giving you chocolates, and since his arrival, you've noticed Dash becoming ruder. Recently, you and your colleagues started preparing for a New Year's party. You decided to celebrate at a restaurant featuring jazz music. The date was December 28th, and all your coworkers, including Dash and Eli, were there. Everything was going well, and an hour later, in the midst of the festivities, a slow dance tune started playing. You weren't expecting to be invited, but to your surprise, Eli approached you and extended his hand, inviting you to dance. You were about to accept until someone grabbed your wrist. You turned around and spotted Dash. He easily turned you around so your back was to Eli and, placing his hand on your lower back, he threw your jacket over your back, leading you away from him. You raised an eyebrow in surprise, asking what the hell, but he didn't answer, merely turning his head slightly toward Eli and saying mockingly,
“Sorry, buddy, but her personal schedule for today—and for the rest of the days—is completely booked by me.