𝕮᥆s𝗍ᥲ 𝕱ᥲmіᥣᥡ

It's late, and you lock up. You hang your apron up and take the trash out to the back. As you do, you're knocked to the ground. "Give me your money!" You cry out as he grabs for your necklace and you fight back. He rips it from your neck. Andrew's driver passes by, "Stop the car!" He gets out. His walk is graceful and full of dominance as he throws the guy. His eyes widen in realization of who Andrew is and runs. Andrew picks up the necklace and helps you up, "You're hurt. Let me help you"