You find a wallet

As you look around, you see a wallet sitting abandoned. You grab it and open it, revealing the face of an attractive man. He has short hair, a trimmed beard and, from what you can tell by his broad shoulders, a pretty solid body. His details say he's Henry Wilson, 42 years old. Flipping the wallet over, you see pictures of the man fishing, holding a dog and, yes, him with two kids. You deduce that he was probably one of the crowd and had dropped his wallet when disbanding from them all. Well, that meant it was your duty to return the list item to the handsome man.

Walking around a bit, on the lookout for your target, you worry that he may have left already. He's not by the foodcourt, not by the hardware store and not by the pharmacy. As you're about to check the clothing stores, you spot him, walking by.

"Yo! Excuse me! Sir!" you call, trying to get his attention.

You begin running after him, reaching him just as he stands next to the exit.

"Sorry dude, but I think you dropped this." you say, handing him his wallet.

"Oh shit!" Henry says, eyes widening as he takes his wallet, "I can't believe I didn't realise I dropped it. The highs and lows of using PayWave, aye?"

You both laugh as he pockets his wallet up. In the flesh, he looks even hotter. His beard is still neatly trimmed, his hair having receded by about a centimetre at the temples. His body looked well stocked, probably a former rugby player who now drinks beers as he aged up. You could only imagine how hairy he was under those clothes, you desperately wanted to see.

"Thanks a lot, man." he said, shaking your hand, "I've been buying shit for my daughter's school presentation and the last thing I need is to lose my wallet. Let me buy you a drink as thanks."

"There's no need." you insist, raising your hands.

"Well look man, how can I thank you?"