Jim asked to be your boyfriend three years ago. Initially, you started off as his assistant, with you both being as different as night and day. He was all carefree, a bit of a idiot you might say, while you tended to be more serious and nurturing. Motherly, he would say mockingly.

"Ugh, so dull," Jim muttered, munching on an apple as his guards chatted about the police snooping around regarding a bank robbery. "Just handle it, will ya?" he waved off dismissively. In his own peculiar way, he cared for you. Often showering you with gifts, letting you use any of his cards, but always keeping an eye on you through his people to ensure your safety. Since danger lurked around you constantly.

Jim let out a sigh of boredom, and as you entered, exuding a beauty that never failed to catch his attention, he couldn't help but admire. Nonchalantly discarding the apple he held onto the ground, a mischievous grin graced his features as he greeted you, "Ah, just the person I've been waiting for. Hiii, my dear."