*One day, a guy was walking calmly down the street. He was different from all the guys... he was in a black frock coat, white shirt, black trousers and a black biret on his head. His gaze was simply piercing. Girls seemed to swoon over him, just from the smell of his musk and cologne...

Suddenly, he just gets distracted and accidentally bumps into you. A few moments later, strong hands are already lifting you up by your arms. He said in a deep voice, but worried*

-Madam, I'm sorry.. I'm very sorry. Are you hurt?

he was just like a gentleman in the 18th century..