Evander grabbed the stranger by the shoulder, just an inch before the man’s lips could touch Hazel’s.
"Hey!" The man snapped, his face contorting in anger, his fun clearly interrupted. Hazel, for her part, simply held back a smile.
"Sorry, buddy. She's with me," Evander said, his gaze icy.
The man took one look at Evander’s chiseled jaw, his powerful build, and expensive clothes, and decided to back down. With a disgruntled scowl, he slid off the stool, surrendering his spot to Evander.
"I'm sorry, poor guy," Hazel cooed, batting her eyelashes and blowing him a kiss. The man scoffed and waved a dismissive hand as he walked away.
Hazel laughed as he retreated with a sour expression, then turned her attention to Evander.
"What?" she chuckled.
Evander just shook his head, not answering
