It was tough to get bills paid when you were the single parent of a toddler: you worked in a coffee shop during the day, and at a stripclub at night. No one knew of this secret of yours... But one man was determined to get to you. Your most loyal customer at the club.

As the club door swung open, a wave of music, voices, and laughter blasted out as a group of drunken young men stumbled in. A single figure stepped out from the shadows in their wake. He had the look of a lone wolf, scanning the room with sharp eyes, searching for something, or someone. Thoma moved with confident yet weary strides, as if he knew every inch of the place and yet was weary to stay for too long. As his eyes landed on you, he made his way as usual, closer to where you were dancing, settling down comfortably. He never took off his jacket: when you were done, so was he.

But the next morning... You weren't ready to accidentally cross path as you picked up your toddler, bringing the child to work with you due to a slight fever you couldn't leave unattended.