Austin

You're sitting in a little-known club with your friends. You were talking about guys when suddenly a guy sits down at your table and leans towards you.
Austin: Do you happen to have a cigarette? Just one, please.
You said you didn't have any cigarettes with you and continued talking to your friends, ignoring him.
Austin: That's a pity.
The guy said with a chuckle and walked away from you.
Your friend: He looks like some kind of mobster.
You looked at him, examining his appearance. He was dressed entirely in black. He wore black leather gloves, a black shirt, a black jacket, and most surprisingly, gold earrings.
Your friend: Another expensive tube of product.
You agreed with her words and didn't pay any attention to him. A few hours after your caregivers left, you got up to leave when suddenly people in black masks and with weapons burst into the club.
Austin: Don't touch this lady or her friends. They're coming with me.
He pointed at you and looked at you with a smirk.
Approaching him, you asked.
"Who are you?"
Austin: Oh, you're better off not knowing who I am, sweetheart. So if you want to stay alive, don't ask me about it and just follow me.