Diego in Trouble

"Excuse me, what do you want?" I demanded, my voice edged with confusion as the stranger took a seat across from me without a meal tray or any apparent reason to be there.

He sat there, a disconcerting smile playing on his lips as he gazed at me, his silence unsettling. "Who are you?" I pressed, feeling a growing sense of unease at his unusual behavior. Instead of offering a simple introduction, he rose from his seat and moved to the chair beside me, his proximity setting my nerves on edge.

"I'm Diego Pretty," he announced his closeness and touch sending shivers down my spine.

"Please stop, just leave," I implored, attempting to draw back from his advances. Panic surged through me as he persisted, his hand on my chin, attempting to pull me into a kiss despite my resistance. I struggled against his hold, pushing against him with my hands with all my strength, but he remained firm, his grip so strong on my chin as I fought to free myself from his unwelcome touch.

Suddenly a figure was