“Heitor”

I arrived at the mall and it was still a few minutes before Sam got off work. I stood outside the store waiting for her, but I kept a little distance away. I noticed a guy hovering nearby, closer to the store door, and I assumed he was one of the other girls' boyfriends.

Samantha came out of the store with a beautiful smile at me, but I saw her smile fade when the guy pulled her arm and said something to her. She looked scared, so I approached.

“Is there a problem here?” I said, standing next to Samantha.

“None of your business, playboy! I'm talking to my girlfriend,” the guy replied harshly, and I looked at Samantha, who looked scared.

“Let me go, Rômulo, you're not mine at all.” Samantha tugged on his arm, but he didn't let go.

“Well, Rômulo, you heard MY GIRLFRIEND!” I said loudly to him, emphasizing the “my.” "Let her go now or you'll have a big problem."

"So it's true? You're sleeping with that playboy, Samantha? Have you become a high-class whore?" That jerk asked, look