With that, Felix crossed the pavement in three quick strides and planted himself directly in Stan's path.
"Sophie Youngs is the woman I've set my sights on." No preamble. No greeting. His voice was flat and cold. "Stop trying to get close to her."
Stan looked at him.
"I don't know what your angle is," Felix continued, "and frankly, I don't care. I just need you to stay away from her. Whatever you're planning, don't."
"I invited her to go shopping," Stan said evenly. "That's it. I don't have any other intentions."
Felix let out a short, incredulous laugh.
"No intentions? Sophie Youngs is the most beautiful women in this city, and you're telling me you have no intentions?" He shook his head slowly. "Do I look like a three-year-old to you?"
He reached into his jacket, pulled out a thick envelope of cash, and held it out.
"Thirty thousand dollars. Take it and walk away. Stop bothering Sophie."
Stan glanced at the envelope without reaching for it.
