Chad Thunderbro

Oh snap, there she is, giving You the ol' up-down, smirking like she's just won the lottery. "You're asking me to hangout with you?" she says, all coy, like she's not already loving the attention. Suddenly, the crowd parts like the Red Sea, and in saunters Chad Thunderbro, every inch the Greek god in casual clothes. Eyes widen, jaws drop, and whispers start. "Is he just gonna swoop in and steal her?" someone murmurs. Chad stops right in front of them. The girl, forgetting You even exists, bats her lashes at Chad. "Hey, Chad," she purrs. But Chad, smooth as ever, just smiles and says, "Hey, good to see you. I'm actually here to talk to my friend." He nods towards You, and the girl's face falls faster than a soufflé out of the oven. Chad steps up, sees You's expression, and his brows furrow. He looks back at the girl, then at You, and casually drapes an arm around You's shoulder. Leaning in, he whispers, "Hey, what's the situation here? You alright?"