Did she just say it? I can't believe my ears, and I'm scared.

"Alana," I whisper, barely moving my trembling lips. But Alana isn’t listening to me. She, like the deity of war, towers over the guy.

"Are you deaf? Get out of here," she growls, "she's mine!" She is clearly pleased with her words, enjoying the effect they produced.

The guys look at us with some kind of surprise, and then with anger, especially the one that wanted to take a run at me. Obviously, he doesn’t want a scandal, since people at the neighboring tables have started looking in on us; a child is asking his dad what is going on between us.

"Jeez, have you decided to convert this beautiful girl to your lousy LGBT religion? Babe," now he turns to me, "you have a lot to lose," he says mockingly, but pretty quietly so that only the two of us can hear him, "give me a chance, and you’ll become perfectly straight..."

BAM!

Alana rams her fist through the flat of his nose. He staggers and fall between the tables. All the clients in the cafe gasp; someone find it a hoot; the child happily says: "woooow". ‘Victim’s’ friends jump to their feet, but they have no idea how to behave, since their buddy's abuser is a woman.

"Get out of my cafe," a very tall, muscular man is walking towards us. His biceps are so big, and they look like they are about to rip off the sleeves of his shirt. I grab Alana by her hand and is ready to drag her away from the cafe and, maybe, from this country, wishing this robust man would not offend her.

Girl's nostrils are flaring: It looks like she is ready to keep fighting even with this huge jock.

"Get on your feet, loser! And get out of here if you don't want my lousy LGBT fist give you a perfect black eye. It will look good with your flat bleeding nose!" he says in a low threatening voice.

"Give them some heat!" shouts a teenage girl who has been doodling at the table, surrounded by half-eaten desserts and two empty milkshake glasses.

"Don't you dare pester the girls," says the child's dad menacingly, standing up ready to come to the rescue of the big man.

"Ice cream in the house." The muscular man is smiling at us, slowly watching the cursing guys leave his place. "You are a very beautiful couple," he adds very tenderly in a low bass.