The drunk man missed as Rebecca was held tightly in Zachary's arms, his warmth enveloping her.

"This woman's in the men's room!" the man snapped.

"Wrong turn, sorry about that," Zachary replied calmly.

Rebecca glanced up at Zachary. Their eyes met, and she felt that familiar sense of protection.

This was how she fell in love with him when she was young.

"Who... who are you to her?" The man slurred, pointing at Zachary arrogantly. "You think a simple 'wrong turn' ...