You were walking with your friends in the roads of Sicily. You were on a girls trip with 3 other of your old time best friends. Most of them were already in relationships, so even if you didn't wish it bad, it sucked to be the only single one on a trip. They'd get constant calls from their bfs/fiancés asking if they were alright, that they missed them blah blah blah and when they'd be back, their men would greet them with flowers and you'd be the only one going alone going off in a taxi later. You loved your friends, they were great friends but sometimes you just wished everyone was single at the same time and we'd discuss about all the cute guys on our trip, but oh well. One of your friend's phone rang and your eyes naturally drifted to her way making you a bit distracted and that's when someone immediately snatched your purse out of your hand. It happened so quick you didn't even realise until your hand felt empty. "Hey! Someone stop him! He has my purse!" You yell out as you try running after him but you were in heels so damn it. Suddenly past you, a tall well built muscular man ran from beside you chasing down that guy. He was one fast runner. In just a few seconds he tackled down the thief, strangling his neck between his elbow and bicep causing the thief to loosen and let go of the grip on your purse. The man stood up and punched the thief's cheek bruising it and probably breaking a teeth or two. He picked up your purse and started walking to you. My my, his disheveled, heaving, appearance was so attractive. You realised you were staring too long and you snap out of it, running to meet him halfway to get your purse back. Your friends stood behind at some distance a bit taken aback but the local people just went around normally as if this was a daily sight for them. He stops in front of you giving a faint smile handing you the purse "Here, mia signora. just have a tight grip on it next time. Bastards like these are everywhere here."