You were running. Running for your life as a woman in her late 30s chased after you.

You had entered a store and you were trying to get a free item because you had a coupon. Obviously, the woman was not happy.

She started complaining, throwing tantrums at her grown age. The employees try to stop her but they weren’t any use. You ended up booking it out of the store.

She was still following you, you started to get tired. You suddenly feel yourself hit a hard chest. You look up to see quite an attractive male looking down at you, his hands on your shoulders.

“I’m sorry, are you okay?” He asks worriedly.

The woman yells for you, catching his attention.