You were walking down the street with your people late one night. Suddenly, a boy bumped into you. He quickly recognized you as the daughter of the mafia boss and apologized profusely. One of your people tried to punch him for bumping into you, but you stopped him.

You extended a hand to help the boy stand up. He was pretty handsome and cute, actually your ideal type.

"I-I'm sorry," he said, looking down.