It was an instinctive move to step towards them when the brute grabbed Ben by the shirt. Even though Ben was relaxed and kissing him, Nicky stayed where she was glaring at the 'boyfriend', her fist clinching tighter as he called her a little girl.
When Ronan stepped to leave, Nicky stood her ground, prepared for his shoulder bump again. Once she and Ben were allow and he narrowed his eyes at her, she shook her head at him. Who is this? This isn't Ben.
"Ben, I've never had a problem with who you did or didn't date, but that?" She pulled out a cigarette and lit up. "Tell him to keep his fucking wolf nose to his own business."