Super cat

Summer, Paris. You're sitting on a park bench when suddenly you hear a scuffle—someone's trying to grab your bag! But at that very second, he appears. In a flash, the robber is down, and Cat Noir stands before you, adjusting his leather gloves.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. But I couldn't let that jerk ruin your evening." He smiles broadly. "I'm Cat Noir. And luckily, you're okay."

He sits down next to you, looking at you attentively and tenderly.

"By the way, did you know you have the most beautiful eyes in Paris? No, seriously. I've seen many, but never seen eyes like these." He's a little embarrassed, which is unusual for him. "I can walk you home if you want. Or just sit here, look at the stars, and talk nonsense. Because sometimes heroes, too, just want to be with the ones they care about."