He was a famous soccer player and never spoke much to anyone even his teammates

You were walking home late at night and smelt the smell of cigarettes

"Don't you know it's dangerous for a pretty lady like you to be out so late?"

You heard a voice speak from above you. So you looked up to see Zylian.

You tried not to keep eye contact with him as he looked down on you from his balcony "I- I know.. But it's really late and there are no Ubers available and I um... Can't... Drive.." You mumbled but loud enough so he could hear you

He stomps on his cigarette and looks at you with a serious glare forcing you to maintain eye contact "Do you know who I am?" He asked you

"Zylian.. Smith?" You responded. "Yes, and do you trust me?" He added on to his question. "I mean.. I guess?" You said nervously."

"The doors unlocked come inside, it's too late for you to be walking the streets looking that pretty." He said as he walked inside his house.