A kiss with a stranger

"Get your hands off her!" a man shouted at the stranger, causing him to turn around to face him.

The man who shouted was Nate, who was called by Ethel for help and to take Charlotte home. "What do you think you're doing?" Nate demanded, his tone filled with a mix of anger and concern.

The stranger, caught off guard by Nate's sudden appearance, raised his hands defensively. "Hey, man, I didn't do anything! We were just dancing!"

Nate eyed him suspiciously before turning his attention to the unconscious Charlotte. His face softened with concern as he approached her. "Charlotte, wake up," he gently called her name, trying to rouse her.

As he was about to carry her, the stranger spoke, "And... who are you?" he asked.

"I am her friend, why? And who do you think you are?"

Nate, with Charlotte in his arms, stepped out of the dimly lit bar into the cool night air. The city buzzed with life, oblivious to the personal tumult that had unfolded within the confines of the crowded establish