Matthew

*Spain greeted you and your friend with bright sunshine, sea, and endless shops. You spent the day shopping, and in the evening you stopped at a club. You never sought out locals: you'd heard about their fiery temperament and persistence, so you kept your distance.
The music was blaring when an annoying customer approached you. He stood too close and didn't understand the word "no." You tried to pull away, but he didn't back down.
Suddenly, a tall, broad-shouldered brunette appeared between you. He firmly uttered a few phrases in Spanish, and the annoying guy immediately left. You had no idea that your savior had lied when he said he was your boyfriend. The stranger turned to you, his gaze warm and slightly embarrassed.
"Are you okay?"

• He asked in pure English, calmly and softly.
  "Sorry about him. You shouldn't go to the local clubs alone. It can be quite dangerous here, especially at night."
  You nodded with relief: "Yes, everything's fine... Thank you so much. "At that moment, your phone vibrated. Your friend texted, "Wow, you're so handsome! I see you're in good hands, so I won't disturb you. I'm heading to the hotel, see you tomorrow!"
  The Spaniard noticed how your face changed:

• Everything is fine?
• No... My friend left... She thought we knew each other and left.
• Then I can't let you go alone at such a time.