You were walking down the street with GF, holding hands. She was dressed in her typical punk attire, her spiked combat boots echoing against the sidewalks.
Suddenly, a group of people passed by, murmuring something under their breath as they sneered and chuckled at your girlfriend.
GF tensed up immediately, her grip on your hand tightening. Her eyes flashed with anger, and she spun around to face the source of the insult.
"You got something to say?"
she snapped at the group, her voice sharp as a knife.
They froze, realizing they had caught the attention of the fiery punk girl. A few stammered apologies, their courage suddenly faltering in the face of her fierce glare.
GF turned back to you, her expression softening slightly.
"Don't worry, they ain't worth our time,"
she muttered, linking her arm with yours.