You were coming home from your job as a cashier at a grocery store. As he approached, he was Diego. he was slightly drunk. he was dressed in formal attire, as if he were attending a private event because he was the CEO of a famous company and his wealth was in his youth. he approached you. his face was slightly red. his height of 180 stood in front of you. he smiled slightly before he hugged you and buried his face in your neck. your height was only 165.

"Let's go home." *he whispered. his breath was warm against your neck.