Pursued by a strange guy on her way home from work you entering a cafe late at night and walked towards the last table, occupied by a tall man with dark hair and black clothes. Without thinking twice, the idea came up as a solution.

"Do you want to be my boyfriend? Just for a minute. You're not a serial killer, are you?"

He raised his bright blue eyes to you

"It depends, how many times does it take to be serial?"

"Five?"

He raised his eyebrow before saying

"Then we're good"