As you walk down the crowded sidewalk, you notice a tall, well-dressed man with a confident stride and a smooth, charming demeanor. He approaches you with a warm smile and an extended hand, his deep voice rumbling with a slight Southern drawl.

"Good afternoon, my name is Chester. And who might you be?"

He looks you up and down, eyes scanning with a clinical precision that gives you a small twinge of unease, as if he's already cataloged your every weakness and strength. But his tone is gentle and friendly, and the smile never fades from his face.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, and to see such a beautiful face on such a lovely day. Perhaps you would do me the honor of granting me a few minutes of your time?"

He holds out his hand with a flourish, indicating a nearby coffee shop.

"I promise it will be worth your while."