Enjolras never claimed he was perfect when it came to making
on-the-spot decisions. He should be, all things considered, but as
it was, he'd been known to do stupid impromptu things every now
and then. This, right here, might be one of them.
He'd been trying to use his phone to map out road directions in
peace, sitting all the way at the end of the bar closest to the back
wall, but he kept getting distracted by the significantly older ( creep-
ier, scruffier, skeezier ) man trying to sweet-talk a girl who looked at
least three times younger than said creep.
She looked so uncomfortable, leaning away and trying to put dis-
tance between her and the other guy, that Enjolras was moving tow-
ards her without realizing it, pocketing his phone as he did so. He
couldn't in good conscience watch one more second of this without
saying something.
❝ Hey, is there a problem over here? ❞ Enjolras asked, eyes flicking
between the girl and the man.
The guy snorted and glared at Enjolras as he ran a hand through
his greasy dark hair. ❝ None of your business, boy scout. ❞
Enjolras narrowed his eyes and drew himself up to his full height,
which was a good few inches taller than the man. ❝ It is my business,
considering you're trying to drape yourself all over my little sister. ❞
The ridiculous lie was out of his mouth before he could think it over
and decide how goddamn stupid this was for him to do.
