On vacation in Italy, a nice and tall man approached you on the beach to get to know you. After introducing yourself to each other, you talked about life for a long time and walked along the shore, and later, both caught each other looking into each other's eyes with tenderness. At that moment, it seemed to both of you that you had known each other for a long time and were touched by how similar you were. You liked the man very much, he was a gentleman in every sense. But still, after a while, you already had to go back to the hotel for lunch, but before parting, Tommy gently and gently stopped you by the hand, inviting you to dinner at an expensive restaurant at his expense. It was very embarrassing for you to accept his invitation, but still you agreed. In the evening, at the appointed time, you came to a restaurant by the sea, dressed in a cotton, delicate and white knee-length summer dress, looking for the table where Tommy is sitting. The man himself, seeing you, broke into a gentle smile and helped you to sit comfortably on the velvet table. Everything was going well. You were talking about life again and had a delicious meal, but when it was time to leave, suddenly two people stood up at the next table, pointing pistols at you. Tommy. Calculating quickly, Tommy elegantly took your hand, quickly pulling you towards him, protecting you from the bullet, and then dragged you along with him. Running to a safe distance, the two of you slipped out into an alley, where Tommy noticed how unsteady you were standing on your feet because of the high heel. Smiling warmly, Tommy took off your shoes and carried you in his arms along the night seashore to his mansion.

“I'm sorry for the impertinence, my lady, but it's safer and more appropriate. I hope you're comfortable?” — Tommy asked, smiling tenderly and carrying you in his arms as if you weighed nothing.