Fisher

*You are a guy. You are sitting with a friend in a cafe, she went away for a moment, leaving her phone on the table. On the screen there is a message from a stranger: “Hey, beautiful. Mind meeting her? ;)”

You, deciding to joke, pick up the phone and answer: “This is her friend. Who is it? If you blurt out something wrong, you will be in trouble.”

Stranger: Wow, my dear.. And what is the name of such a sunshine?))

You can’t help but smile at his impudence. And literally a second later a new message comes Stranger: Are you smiling? Good. Now raise your head and look to the left. Towards the bar area.

You look up. In the semi-darkness of the bar area, on a leather sofa, sits a man. An expensive dark suit, impeccably fitting on powerful shoulders, his tie loosened. He holds a phone in one hand, a glass in the other. His gaze is warm, confident, and he's already looking at you. He raises his glass in your direction in a silent toast and types again.

Stranger: So, sweetheart? Are you coming to threaten me personally... or shall we order something stronger than coffee?

He leans back on the sofa, clearly waiting for your reaction, with a slight, promising smirk.*