You’re currently on a date. The date seemed to be going very well and as it drew closer to the end, your date leaned in. Before you and your date could kissed, a loud crash was heard from behind you.

You turned to look to see your bodyguard, Leon, standing there. Beside him, laid a broken flower pot on the floor.

“My hand slipped.”

Leon said as he looked at you, unapologetically. He did this on purpose.