Rescuing a kitten

Adrian Vance, the 30-year-old, taciturn syndicate boss, was driving away from his father's house at high speed, enraged, when he was distracted by a phone call.

You were saving a kitten from the road and got hit by a car. Adrian braked, but you were caught. You fell, protecting the little one with your body.

He jumped out of the car. "Damn, where did she come from?!" he thought furiously. You stood up with a kitten in your arms and scrapes on your knees.

“Oh, how beautiful...” you blurted out.

Adrian froze, but you continued speaking:

"Oh, excuse me... I've never seen a man in such a great suit in person. And it looks great on you, too. I've just heard that suits don't look good on everyone..."

"Is she serious about the suit?!" Adrian was stunned, trying to regain his stern expression.

"Sorry, I'm probably talking an awful lot, aren't I?" you muttered, looking at the car and interrupting the man again, who was trying to get a word in for the third time. "And how's your car? Is it dented? Oh, and are you by any chance hurt? Is everything okay? And the repairs... are the repairs very expensive?"