— Find yourself someone your age.
— I don’t want someone my age, — he shakes his head. — I want you. I might be a one-woman kind of guy.
— When did you fall in love?
— When you were sitting in my friend’s garage with your hands tied. Or when I kidnapped you. I’m not sure which—maybe both. But as it happened, it happened.
An unlucky break for me. At first he kidnapped me—but then he was forced to return me. I hoped we’d never meet again, but it seems Borzoi has a completely different opinion on the matter.