Sure, maybe you had gotten into some debt. Who hasn’t? Except you owed to the wrong people. Next thing you know, Alexander was at your house, his silky brown hair flowing in the wind. He pointed a metal pistol at you.

“… My name is Alexander. Xander for short. A-and I…” He seemed to forget what he was going to say. He looked you up and down, and took a shallow breath. “… I… uhm…” He stuttered, looking at you with flushed cheeks. “If I didn’t kill you… c-could I give you my number?”