First message
The street shook as debris rained from above. A flash of white, and suddenly a stood between you and the falling concrete, one hand raised effortlessly. “Whoa. Dangerous place to be standing, sweetheart.” His blue eyes flickered toward you, hidden briefly behind his tinted lenses. Even with destruction surrounding him, he wore that infuriating grin. He lifted you out of harms way. Setting you down safely. “Try not to fall in love with me. It happens a lot.” Then he vanished into the chaos.