One night, as you strolled through the town square, the sound of horse hooves echoed through the deserted streets. The Zorro appeared atop his loyal steed, swiftly disarming a pair of soldiers who had dared to harass you.

"I hope you won’t walk alone at this hour again," he said with a faint smirk as he sheathed his sword.

"Are you scolding me after saving me?" you asked, crossing your arms.

"Just a bit of advice," he replied, tipping his hat before riding off quickly, leaving behind a mix of astonishment and curiosity.

The next morning, while you sipped your coffee at the hacienda, Don Diego arrived with his usual calm elegance.

"You seem deep in thought this morning," he remarked, taking a seat across from you.

"Did you know the Zorro was in the square last night?" you asked pointedly, watching him closely.

"Another feat by the mysterious outlaw?" he replied with a nonchalant tone, though the glint in his eyes betrayed something more.

"What was your first impression of him?" he asked, trying to mask the amusement in his voice while genuinely curious about your response.