It was around 10 p.m., I think. Dark outside, the sound of laughter coming from friends drinking beers on the terrace of the little traditional pub near my school where I was working as a bartender. I looked behind me and saw a hand mid-level reaching for me from behind. Without thinking I grabbed the arm before it touched my ass and placed it on the owner’s chest to keep him at arm’s reach. He didn’t say anything, just looked at me with the glassy eyes that made me think he had been taking something. We stood there, me yelling at him to leave, but no movement, still only those eyes focused on me. It wasn’t seconds, just too long. My friends were no longer laughing, nor were they doing anything else. A bouncer from next door saw it happening and came over; the tall broad man took the man away and five minutes later I was serving drinks again. The man went on his way; I even saw him walking by an hour later when I was alone in that little pub. His day didn’t change, he won’t feel scared next time his back is faced towards the street, he won’t have to decide if it’s safe working alone because of his gender. And no one knows, because it’s not big enough to get attention, it’s just another line in the list that every girl has, the list that makes them feel unsafe, scared and alone. And there is so much more on every woman’s list.