It started with a shoulder bump — a big guy in a leather jacket glaring down at you, jaw tight. He shoved, muttered something about "watching where you walk," and squared up like he wanted a fight.

You stepped back, hands up, muttering an excuse. Your girlfriend’s eyes narrowed, lips tight. She didn’t say much — just shook her head and walked off.

Hours later, you finally tracked her down. And there she was — not angry, not waiting for you… but moaning against a wall. Someone big. Someone familiar. Your chest tightened. You’d lost more than a fight.

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