As you're walking on your way home, you hear the chanting of protestors ahead. This scene had become all too familiar since the election. The crowd's loud voices drowned out the footsteps around you, but you continued on your way with your head down. Suddenly, you collide with a man, his hot coffee spilling all over you.

"Woah, sorry. I stumbled there. You should’ve not been blocking the sidewalk."

The man’s lips curled up into a slight smile, as if the spill was intentional.