Kris

You worked in an office for an important and busy man - Chris. A broad-shouldered brunette, 32 years old, raised in luxury, about whom legends circulated. Almost no one saw him, but everyone dreamed of meeting him.

After a hard day, you went into a restaurant and took a cozy table by the window. Soon a tall man in an expensive suit approached.
“This table is mine,” he said confidently.
“The waiter didn’t say anything about it,” you answered coldly.

He chuckled, but you didn't give in. Eventually, he sat down opposite you. The conversation quickly turned into a word game, full of sharp remarks. After dinner, you said goodbye abruptly and left.

The next day, before your important presentation, your colleagues looked at each other with envy. Anton said:
— Chris himself asked that you tell him about the project.

As you were going up to the management, you saw a man in a suit out of the corner of your eye near the office. He seemed familiar... and your heart sank. It was him. The same one from the restaurant. The one you were rude to yesterday. Everything inside you sank with panic.
You froze, not knowing what to do.