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The mysterious man brought you over to a booth far away from everyone else. He went to get you some ice and order some food for you both. You just sat down using napkins to clean up your nose and to dry under your eyes. After a while your vision became clearer, but they hurt to have them open for too long. So, you kept them closed.
While you awaited his return you couldn't help but look back in what happened. What would he do now? Would he go after you or your family?
"Here's your ice" you hear the man speak. Opening your eyes you could see he was standing right next to you. He was an extremely attractive man, but there was something about him that looked like he had been through so much.
"What did you oder for food?" You asked. He sat down arms crossed, leaning on the table. His glance was intense. It felt like he was staring into your soul. "I order bacon cheese burgers. Hope that's okay" he said. You just nodded.
It only took a few more minutes for food to arrive. You ate in silence, not sure of what to say. You want to thank him, but you couldn't put it into words.
"Got a place to stay?" He asked, finishing his meal. You thought about it. You could go to your best friends house. The only problem is they live three hour away, and there are no bus routes that head near there. Your phone was broken. So, you couldn't call her. You did have one idea.
"Um, yeah. If it's not to much trouble, can you drop me off at work? It's just down the street. Only a ten minute drive. You don't have to of course!-"
"I can drive you. Not a big deal." He cut you off, before standing up. He walked you over to the door. "You see the impala over there?" He pointed to the car. You nodded." That's mine. Its already unlocked, so just go sit out there while I pay" he continued. You thanked he, and did as told.
When it was finally Deans turn at the register a certain voice called out to him.
"Hey, jackass! What the hell do you think your doing with my (girl/man)!?" It was (b/n). That was obvious.
"What? Oh, you mean the person you punched earlier. Be happy I didn't do more damage to you, Buddy" he said, slamming twenty dollars on the counter. He words caused everyone in the dinner to look over at them.
"I...I don't know what you're talking a-about"
"Stuttering! Always a good way to get caught" Dean smirked." Also before I forget. You go near them again and you won't be able to breathe. The only reason I didn't call the cops is because I know who you and your friends are. But that won't stop this dinner from doing so" he jerked his thumb towards the manager, who was on the phone looking over to them.
"Have fun. Because I'm going to make sure "your (girl/man)" will get a restraining order"
