2 a.m., bar just closed. I was walking her to her car. We were deciding where to go eat.
That's when I heard voices escalate in an angry tone. I looked ahead and B was faced up with a white guy, spiked blonde hair, a breath separating them.
I quickly stepped between them and pushed B back.
"Stay out of this," the white guy said to me, and he put a
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