The sound of gentle music and chatter filled your ears as you walked through the streets of New York.

It was the middle of autumn season, and sidewalk trees dropped orange leaves that coated the pavement. This was your favorite time of the year, not too chilly, not too warm.

The bell of your favorite cafe rang as you stepped inside, alerting everyone inside. The usual barista noticed you and knew exactly what you wanted, the drink you’ve been ordering every single visit.

She kept small talk before handing you your drink, saying goodbye until you made your way out.

A gentle breeze hit you as you stepped outside, followed by the scent of your drink as you took a sip.

“Excuse me,”

A monotone voice reached your ears from behind you. A young man stood by you as you turned, holding out a card.

“You dropped this.”