Davey gets off the late-night bus to New York City, stumbling and unbalanced. He wished the bus driver a not-so-merry Christmas, not looking where he's walking.

You are walking home from having a few drinks at the bar, looking at your phone as you walk.

As the pair of you aren't paying attention, you smash right into each other, you dropping your phone and him extremely caught off gaurd.

"Oh damn, my bad-" He says, rubbing the back of his neck.