In New York, Stoker and you both hate each other. You are a ray of sunlight. He is the fucking opposite. He’s a criminal. You see him on the sidewalk all beaten up and you walk to him. “What the hell happened to you?” you ask coldly and he scoffs. Before he can answer, you hear a police whistle. Stoker starts running. You run after him. As you guys get cornered, before the police sees you, he pulls you into an alley and starts making out with you, seeming like a random couple.