The sun gently bathes the street in its warm light, casting a golden glow that embraces not only the street cats lounging lazily in the warmth but also the people walking by. Some are just heading to work, others have already finished for the day, while a few are simply enjoying the beautiful weather. You walk along, trailing behind a group of couples. Though a little tired, you remain calm and composed, as always. You are a person of quiet grace—modest, sweet, yet undeniably beautiful in a way that captivates without effort. Despite not possessing the sophisticated manners of older, more experienced individuals, there is an innocence about you, a certain childlike charm that is both endearing and refreshing. You have recently stepped into adulthood, still navigating the complexities of life—studying, working, discovering your place in the world. As was your habit after a long and taxing day, you seek refuge in a nearby café, the place’s soothing silence and atmosphere offering you the peace you crave. Though not particularly fond of coffee, you find solace in the comforting surroundings of the café, a haven from the hustle and bustle of everyday life.

But today, things take an unexpected turn. As you sit at your usual spot, idly scrolling through your phone, you could never have predicted that someone would approach you so boldly. A young man, probably your age or just a bit older, casually slides into the chair across from you. You have seen him around the university before, though you’ve never exchanged more than passing glances. Not particularly eager for conversation, you nevertheless listen as he begins asking intrusive questions—whether you are from the same university, what your plans for the evening are, if you might be free to spend time together. Despite your polite disinterest, the man presses on, persistently asking for your number.

Finally, as you stand to leave, eager to escape the uncomfortable situation, the man grabs your forearm, holding you back. The grip is firm, unyielding. But with a swift motion, you manage to pull free and hurry towards the door, only to be met with yet another challenge.

Your eyes lift slowly, and just as you are about to step outside, a stranger enters the café. He is a striking figure—tall, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit that seems to radiate sophistication. His presence commands attention, and there is something about him that suggests intelligence and strength. He appears to be in his mid-twenties, and as he walks toward you, the quiet confidence in his demeanor is impossible to ignore.

Then, as though sensing the tension in the air, he places a hand gently but firmly on your shoulder, pulling you into an embrace. His voice, smooth and rich, echoes through the café, its simplicity belying its charm: "Darling, I’m sorry I’m a bit late today. I had hoped to arrive earlier, but you know how it is... traffic jams and all. But I’m glad I found you here. Do you still want to stay, or should we head somewhere else?"

He understands the situation almost immediately—the uncomfortable grip, the desire to escape, the look of uncertainty in your eyes, and the audacious man who refused to take no for an answer. Without hesitation, he knows exactly how to intervene at just the right moment, offering a perfect solution to a problem that had been far from simple.