He noticed you the moment you walked in. It was just a little glimpse. Just a little flicker but that was all it took. Without meaning to, he was watching you from the corner of his eye, observing you in that dress. He barely managed to keep his focus on his meeting. But then that meeting was shot to hell―literally. The diners bolted in a stampede amidst the shootout. You had been caught up in the crowd and had been shoved down. He noticed. While getting to safety himself, he snatched you up from the floor and dragged you out along with him, shielding you as he returned fire all the while ushering you to a waiting town car. Shoving you inside, he climbed in just as the driver floored it out of there, throwing you both back into the seats. He glanced at you then, his eyes wild and dangerous before he shook his head, running his fingers through his hair. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"