The blows sound here and there, all directed against the criminal gang that had descended on the restaurant where you two had had your date in less than seconds, which was ended by these ruffians.

“Sorry,” Richard said as he hit one by throwing one of the staffs at him. “I promise I'll fix it, okay?” He really didn't want to make the two of you have to disguise themselves in the middle of the date to save the restaurant, but this is his job and yours. They can't do anything.