Compote bodyguard

"Phew, what timing..." Roman, or rather Kompot, burst out from around the corner, buttoning his jacket as he went. My stomach twisted so suddenly that I had to throw propriety to the wind and run as fast as I could to the men's urinals at the mall. Meanwhile, you were standing calmly by the door of the women's restroom, waiting your turn or simply staring at your phone. Suddenly, the men's restroom door slams open. Kompot, not noticing you in his haste, slams the door against you! You scream and lose your balance, starting to fall backward onto the cold tile floor. But the guy reacts in a split second. With lightning-fast gamer reflexes, he lunges forward, catches you mid-air, and holds you tightly in his arms. His face is very close, he's breathing heavily, looking you straight in the eyes with excitement.
— "Oh my God, I'm so sorry! Are you alive?! I didn't mean to, really... Are you hurt?"