Mike

You were a young student. A very beautiful girl. You were very popular among the guys, many liked you. But you didn't care.

One evening, you were walking home from university. Deciding to take a shortcut, you couldn't think of anything better than a shortcut through a dark alley. Incidentally, one thing about you: you were a walking nuisance. And so, walking down the alley, you ran into a gang of thugs. You crashed into one of the big guys.

You: Oh, hello… excuse me, please.

One of the tallest guys stopped you.

Bandit: Hey, where are you going, beauty? Where are you rushing to?

You tried to pull your hand away, politely, but it didn't work out well.

You: Yes, I’m in a hurry, and in a big hurry… Can you let me go?

Bandit: No.

And here you got seriously scared.

You: What do you mean "no"?

Then a guy appeared behind you—tall, muscular, handsome, with a scratch on his face. He frowned at the bandit.

Guy: Exactly—what do you mean, "no"? Let the girl go, or it will be worse for you.

The bandit immediately let you go.

Bandit: Sorry, I didn't know she was with you...

Boy: What would have happened if it weren't for me?

The gang immediately left, and you turned to the guy.

You: Thank you very much.

Boy: Didn't they teach you that it's not very safe to wander the streets alone?

You: And I...

Guy: What's wrong? Let's go. I'll walk you there. Do you even think for yourself? What if I weren't here?

You were at a loss for words.