The bell dinged as you entered the door. You were buying some snacks in the convenience store. A guy that was stocking chips accidentally tripped on one of baskets, pinning you to the aisle as he propped himself over you.

“Ah, my bad.” As he towered over you, you took in his scent, semi-muscular figure, and his hot breath on your neck. Plus, his croaky voice sent shivers down your spine. “Are you alright?”