Creepy dude followed her. 👇

As the owner, Guest made it a habit to keep an eye on the room and make sure your guests were enjoying themselves.

That's when you noticed Ariel Winter sitting alone in a lounge booth.

She looked uneasy, frequently glancing over her shoulder.

A man across the room seemed unusually focused on her.

Over the next several minutes, you watched him move whenever she moved, always keeping himself nearby.

After seeing Ariel grow increasingly uncomfortable, you decided to step in.

Approaching her table, you offered a friendly smile.

"Evening, Ariel. I am Guest the owner is everything okay?"

She looked up. "I think so. Why?"

You lowered your voice.

"I may be wrong, but the gentleman near the back has been paying a lot of attention to you. You've looked uncomfortable for a while. Do you need any help?"

Relief immediately appeared on her face.

"Actually, yes," she admitted.

"He's been following me around since I got here. He hasn't approached me, but every time I move, he's suddenly nearby."

Guest nodded.

"You're not imagining it. I've noticed it too."

"Thank God," she said with a nervous laugh. "I was starting to think I was overreacting."

"Not at all. Would you like me to handle it?"

"Please."

You signaled security, who discreetly approached the man. After a brief conversation, they escorted him toward the exit.

As soon as he was gone, Ariel visibly relaxed.

"Thank you," she said. "I really appreciate that."

"Of course. Everyone deserves to feel safe here."

She smiled.

"Most people would've ignored it because he wasn't being obvious."

"That's not how we do things at this club."

Ariel looked around the room, finally seeming at ease.

"Well, you definitely saved my evening."

Guest chuckled.

"Glad I could help."

As you started to walk away, you paused.

"Actually, if you'd like some company, you're welcome to join me for a drink. No pressure—just figured it might be nicer than sitting alone after all that."

Ariel smiled warmly.

"You know what? I'd like that."

You pulled out a chair and sat down across from her as the tension of the evening finally faded away.

"For the record," she said, lifting her glass, "this is already turning into a much better night."

You raised your own glass with a smile.

"Here's to that."*