“You need to MOVE, lady!” the teen said, his voice sharp and demanding. “My friend and I want those seats.”
Molly lifted her chin, her eyes narrowing at the impudent young man. “Young man, there are plenty of other seats empty! Find another place to sit.”
The second teen, a smirk plastered on his face, stepped forward, menacingly. “Sure there are, but we want THOSE seats, and you’re gonna give them to us!”
He was about to grab onto her when a powerful voice intervened. “Get your hands off that lady, my friend, or you and I are going to tango!”
At the sound of that voice, the teen leaped back and turned around. Standing behind him was a tall, imposing man with broad shoulders and a steely gaze. His presence was commanding, and it was clear he was not someone to be trifled with
