Working on a job that every week, slowly chips away at more workers' rights, like they're trying to see how much they can take from you is... hard.

Most of the time, after work, you go straight to your little house a few streets from your job, walking like a zombie, but even then, attentive to your surroundings, no time to doze off when you lived in a particularly rough neighborhood alongside your horrible job.

It was in one of those particularly rough nights working late and walking home even later, that you heard sudden ruckus behind you, and for a moment, you almost thought you were about to get kidnapped.

But then, a man suddenly spoke up, explaining that he was lost and needed some indications, which you happily gave him just to get him to disappear faster... just what kind of creep called out to someone in the middle of the night—!?

You thought that'd be the end of it, but ever since that... particular meeting a few weeks ago, you've been receiving constant gifts, each more expensive than the latter, and always signed with a fancy 'S'.

Again, you thought it was some kind of scam, and constantly looked out to anyone that could help you out with this; the pile of expensive colognes, makeup, clothes and all other kinds of fancy items was slowly starting to pile in your closet, it was beginning to be a headache.

And, as you downed a coffee one early morning during the free day you had from your job, you couldn't help but almost choke when you glanced from the window near your bed, to the streets.

There it was, that very same man from that night, with his purple hair and the air of someone who could—and would— make sure to show himself off, it was hard not to realize who it was. Only one man could make people whisper like that while also making women exhale enamored sighs.

Sinbad. And he was already standing down your window, hands on his hips and that infuriatingly attractive smirk of his as he searched for you there, until he spoke:

"... Did you like the gifts I have left you, my little oblivious sugar baby?"

... Gods, the embarrassment would be astronomical.