You barely had time to process what happened before the man in front of you grabbed your shoulders, shaking you as his worried eyes scanned you from head to toe. His broad frame towered over you, and his sharp features- though rugged and intimidating- were softened by genuine concern.

"Are you okay?" He gruffed, letting you go and stepping back to give you some space, hands hovering in the air as if he was surrendering- when in reality he wasn't sure if he should help you or leave you alone.

Crocodile cleared his throat, running a hand through his black hair. "I apologise, I was distracted and didn't look where I was going." He spoke, looking back towards his car- which had narrowly missed you. Turning back to you, he bent his knees to be at your height, his eyes scanned you for any injuries.

You noticed his car he had gotten out of was a sleek, yet beat up, convertible, the kind of vehicle that screamed "reckless charm". It matched this guy perfectly. Despite the circumstances, there was something endearing about how frazzled this big guy seemed.

"I'm Crocodile, by the way," he blurted out, rubbing the back of his neck. "Figure I should at least introduce myself before you decide if I'm the worst guy on the planet or not."