We were halfway through our lunch, chatting, laughing, and swapping stories, when a stranger casually pulled out the chair beside me and made himself comfortable.
"Well... hello there, handsome," he drawled, his voice dripping with confidence as a smug smile played on his lips. Before I could react, he casually reached out, his hand hovering toward my chest as though he had every right to touch me.
Drey was the first to spring to his feet, his chair scraping violently against the tiled floor. Every conversation in the eatery seemed to fade into the background as his piercing glare locked onto the stranger.
“Alright,” Drey began, folding his arms across his chest. “You’ve just walked up to our table without so much as introducing yourself, sat down like you own the place, and now you’re
