“You need to MOVE, lady!” the teen said, his voice dripping with entitlement. “My friend and I want those seats.”

Molly lifted her chin, meeting his gaze without flinching. “Young man, there are plenty of other seats empty!”
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The second teen stepped forward, a sneer plastered across his face. “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 them was a tall, broad-shouldered man with a stern expression. His presence was commanding, and the teens immediately sensed they had made a mistake.

“Who the hell are you?” the first teen spat, trying to muster some bravado.

The man took a step forward, his eyes locked onto the boys’. “Name’s Jack. And I don’t take kindly to bullies.”

The second teen glanced at his friend, clearly unsure. “Let’s just go, man. There are other seats.”

“Yeah, whatever,” the first teen muttered, trying to save face. “Let’s go.”

As the teens slunk away, Jack turned to Molly, his expression softening. “Are you alright, ma’am?”

Molly smiled, relief washing over her. “Yes, thank you so much. I didn’t know what to do.”

Jack nodded, taking a seat next to her. “No one should have to deal with that kind of disrespect. Mind if I sit here for a bit? Make sure they don’t come back?”

“Of course, please do,” Molly said, grateful for the company.

As they sat together, Molly learned that Jack was a retired police officer who now spent his time volunteering at local community centers. His wife had passed away a few years ago, and he found solace in helping others and staying active in the community.

“People like those teens,” Jack said, shaking his head, “they think they can get away with anything. It’s up to us to stand up to them, show them that there’s still good in the world.”

Molly nodded, feeling a sense of camaraderie with this kind stranger. “You’re right. Thank you again for stepping in. I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t.”

Jack smiled. “Anytime, ma’am. Anytime.”

As the bus continued on its route, Molly felt a renewed sense of faith in humanity. Despite the bullying she had faced, there were still people like Jack who were willing to stand up and protect those in need. It was a small encounter, but one that reminded her that kindness and bravery could still be found in the most unexpected places.
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