“You need to MOVE, lady!” the teen said, his voice sharp and demanding. “My friend and I want those seats.”
Molly lifted her chin, her eyes narrowing at the impudent young man. “Young man, there are plenty of other seats empty! Find another place to sit.”
The second teen, a smirk plastered on his face, stepped forward, menacingly. “Sure there are, but we want THOSE seats, and you’re gonna give them to us!”
He was about to grab onto her when a powerful voice intervened. “Get your hands off that lady, my friend, or you and I are going to tango!”
At the sound of that voice,
the teen leaped back and turned around. Standing behind him was a tall, imposing man with broad shoulders and a steely gaze. His presence was commanding, and it was clear he was not someone to be trifled with.
“Who are you?” the first teen blustered, trying to regain his bravado
The man took a step closer, his eyes never leaving the teens. “I’m someone who doesn’t appreciate seeing women harassed. Now, move along before you find yourselves in more trouble than you can handle.”
The second teen, his bravado quickly deflating, muttered, “Come on, let’s get out of here,” tugging at his friend’s sleeve.
The two teens scurried off, casting nervous glances over their shoulders. Molly, still clutching her purse tightly, looked up at her unexpected savior.
“Thank you,” she said, her voice trembling slightly with relief. “I didn’t know what I was going to do.”
The man offered a reassuring smile. “No need to thank me, ma’am. It’s just the right thing to do. My name’s Jack, by the way.”
Molly returned his smile, feeling a sense of safety wash over her. “I’m Molly. It’s nice to meet you, Jack. I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t shown up.”
Jack nodded, glancing around the bustling bus station. “It’s unfortunate, but there are people out there who think they can get away with bullying others. Are you waiting for someone?”
“Yes, my daughter. She should be here any minute now,” Molly explained.
As if on cue, a young woman appeared, her eyes searching the crowd until they landed on Molly. “Mom!” she called out, hurrying over.
Molly stood up, her face lighting up with a smile. “Alice! I’m so glad you’re here.”
Alice reached them and threw her arms around Molly. “I was worried when you didn’t answer your phone,” she said, then looked at Jack. “Who’s this?”
Molly gestured to Jack. “This is Jack. He helped me out just now.”
Alice extended her hand. “Thank you so much, Jack. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it.”
Jack shook her hand, giving a modest shrug. “Happy to help. Just glad I was here at the right time.”
As the three of them chatted, the bus station’s PA system announced the arrival of Alice’s bus. “That’s my ride,” Alice said. “Mom, are you sure you’ll be okay getting home?”
Molly nodded. “I’ll be fine, dear. Thanks to Jack, I feel much better.”
Jack gave them a friendly wave. “Take care, Molly. And Alice, make sure you keep an eye out for each other.”
They exchanged goodbyes, and as Jack walked away, Molly felt a renewed sense of faith in the kindness of strangers. In a world that often seemed harsh and unforgiving, people like Jack were a reminder that there was still good to be found.
