Tonight I went to a new weekly meetup organized by my church community. There I met a kind, shy girl named Anne. We ended up chatting some more after the meetup until fairly late, being almost the last to leave by past 10 p.m. As we exited the building, we noticed a group of hooligans coming up our alleyway. Two young men, seemingly immigrants, who were clearly drunk and were hollering around rather loudly. This triggered Anne’s social anxiety rather badly and she was noticeably starting to panic. I, on the other hand, was almost unusually calm. Without a second thought I offered to accompany her to her bike, which…