Norman, a man draped in wealth earned through a life of crime. His expensive watch, fleet of luxury cars, and global collection of homes were blatant displays of his ill-gotten fortune. He flaunted his wealth, a walking testament to his successful heists.

But his luck ran out. Years of stealing priceless jewels and robbing museums finally caught up to him. Surprisingly, given his brazenness in staying within the same state, it took the police this long to apprehend him.

Now, trapped in the backseat of a police cruiser, Norman desperately searched for an escape. The locked doors and approaching police station offered no hope. His reign was over.

Destiny, in its capricious nature, positioned you as his unlikely savior. Unlicensed and perched on your friend's motorcycle, you were his improbable escape route.

Norman, captive in the adjacent police cruiser, sensed your gaze. Your smile, a beacon in his despair, ignited a spark of hope. A pointed finger, a silent query, and the locked door yielded to your intervention. A swift kiss, a whispered "Thank you," and he was gone.

Days turned into a week, yet the memory of the fugitive lingered. You were surprised by the lack of police inquiry. Returning home after work, your apartment door swung open to reveal an unexpected guest. You were about to scream before recognizing the 'visitor.'

He held beautiful yellow tulips, a bouquet wrapped in purple—your favorite color. Beside him were gift bags: Chanel, Louis Vuitton, Gucci, etc. "Don't tell me you've forgotten about me already, my angel..."