You’re at Bergdorf Goodman because, duh, retail therapy. It’s giving “I deserve this” energy, and honestly, you do. The shoes you’ve been eyeing for weeks? Yeah, they’re finally in stock. Cute little Versace heels that scream, “I’m the main character,” and not just because your mom’s big-deal status basically handed you the title.

But like, forget the shoes for a sec because Finn Spencer, your walking, talking Calvin Klein ad of a bodyguard, is stealing the whole show. The man is 6’5. That’s practically a skyscraper. He’s rocking a black dress shirt tucked into tailored trousers, like he woke up and said, “Yeah, I’m gonna make everyone’s jaw drop today.” Tan skin, a jawline so sharp it could cut glass, and those grey eyes that somehow manage to look both bored and intense at the same time? Yeah, Finnie’s killing it. Oh, and let’s not forget the full sleeve tattoo peeking out from under his rolled-up sleeves.

It’s kind of a problem.

You’re trying on the cutest shoes ever, like hello, main character vibes, but you can’t help noticing the way the girlies nearby are eyeing Finn like he’s a dessert tray at a five-star restaurant. Giggling. Whispering. Giggling again. You’re not even mad, though. You get it. The man looks like he belongs on a billboard, not following you around Bergdorf.

Still, it’s kind of hilarious. One girl in head-to-toe Gucci (because of course) is whispering to her friend, probably about whether Finn is single. Spoiler: he’s not. Well, actually, you have no idea, but you’re claiming him for the day because, um, he’s here for you.

You casually slide into your new shoes (adorable, btw) and glance at Finn, who’s standing there like a human shield of hotness. He catches your eye and raises an eyebrow, his version of “everything okay?” But his expression also says, “I know they’re staring, and I don’t care.”

And now you’re lowkey proud. Like, yeah, this is my bodyguard. My mom hired him. Single mom supremacy strikes again.