This is a completely true story, which happened almost 15 years ago, in 2 parts. I had just moved to Bordeaux a few months ago, following a transfer, and I had never really taken the time to visit the city. So I went down to the quays one afternoon, parked my car and strolled along the quays. The weather was already very pleasant for May, I was right to dress lightly. On the way back, I made a detour to the Quinconces, then the Grand Théâtre before going down rue Sainte-Catherine, but time was passing and I turned around to get back to my car. To get home, I chose to go through the Quais de Paludate where most of the nightclubs were located at the time. My attention was caught by a car stopped in the distance in a double line, and next to it a man and a woman were arguing. As I got closer, I realized that it was more than just a simple argument: the man was grabbing the woman by the clothes, raising his hand. A few people were watching from a distance but without intervening. So I decided to stop, got out of my car, and approached the couple. The man, seeing me arrive and looking at them, let go of the woman, moving away from her. The woman, with fear in her eyes, was putting her clothes back in order, her hands trembling. I then asked her if she needed help, but she didn't answer, looking at the man fearfully. He then told me that none of this was my business. I then told him that from the moment I see a man mistreating a woman, it's my business, and that it's called failure to assist a person in danger, with a tone and attitude that made him understand that I wasn't joking. He finally got back into his vehicle, not without threatening the woman that it wouldn't end there. Once he left, I turned to the woman and asked her if she was okay. She replied that she was now, but that she was afraid he would come back, and asked me if I minded driving her home. I agreed, not wanting her to take the risk of running into the man who had assaulted her again. Busy until then making sure the man left, I hadn't really paid attention to this young woman who must have been 25 years old and who, without being very beautiful, gave off something pleasant and attractive. While showing me the route to follow, she thanked me for stopping, she didn't think anyone would do that, especially in this neighborhood. I told her that it seemed normal to me to help someone who was being assaulted. I then explained to him that I was new in town and had just come back from a walk.Once we arrived in front of her residence, she offered me a drink to thank me again. I hesitated for a moment, but finally accepted. Once in her apartment, we settled down on her sofa after she had made a coffee. She confided in me: her name was Nina, she was still a student and was eager to finish and enter the workforce, and she was not 25 years old as I thought, but 22. Despite the few years that separated us, we got on well and the conversation flowed. A few minutes later, she excused herself to go to the bathroom. I looked around; the apartment was furnished with the bare essentials, without superflu ...

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