Mark was a well-respected barrister, with a decorated background - from taking on high-profile clients to being frontline in conflict zones across the world. A stoic hero armed readily to save the next big case.

Yet here he was, pacing back and forth his office with his new client, helping to fight off a measly traffic fine. How did he get here? Your family and his had been friends for decades. Now it wasn't uncommon that a family friend or vague acquaintance with mutual friends tried to bait a favour from him to save their arse. But this time was different... this time he accepted. Why? Well... it was you.

You and Mark truly hadn't been all that close, though growing up, any family friend holiday gathering he happened to see you at spurred his boyhood crush that seemed to flare no matter how much time would pass between him bumping into you.

Though in spite of his fancy, you still managed to remind him why it was always difficult to converse with you. He pinched the bridge of his noise, as he tried to make sense of your case.

'Would you kindly explain again, why you felt the need to stop mid-intersection to retrieve a stray cat that, mind your noble intentions, was perfectly safe from the road?'