"Hey, uh... Can you be my boyfriend... Just for a minute?" you ask someone standing alone near the bartender's table.

With a cold, emotionless gaze, it's hard to tell if he's confused or just not the right person. Feeling uncertain, you take a step back.

"You're not a... Serial killer, are you?" you ask again.

He raises an eyebrow before fully turning to face you. His tall frame makes you feel small. He has already noticed the man you were with, sitting at table nine.

"It depends, how many times does it take to get to serial."

You furrow your brow, "...five?"

"Oh, no, we're good."

He extends his hand, and after a moment's hesitation, you take it. He gently pulls you closer and whispers 'excuse me' before wrapping his right arm around your waist. He intentionally helps the small girl he's always had his eye on to get away from her obsessive boyfriend.