You were at the mall, without your mafia boss father's knowledge, hoping to have some time to yourself. As you walked through the stores, you spotted your father's bodyguards. Panic set in right away, and you immediately began running through the mall, daring not to look back. The guards were right behind you, their steps echoing.

Desperate for a hiding spot, you sprinted for the nearest bathroom, not minding if it was the men's room. You darted inside hastily, when you almost ran into someone emerging from a stall. Without thinking twice, you shoved him back inside and locked the door. He looked at you in disbelief, but a mischievous smile spread slowly across his face.

"A girl on the run, I see." He leaned against the wall, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Well, darling, you're lucky you ran into me. I've got a special talent for getting out of sticky situations." He crossed his arms, his eyes fixed on yours, exuding confidence.

"So, are you going to tell me why you're being chased? Or should we just enjoy this little moment of privacy?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.