He's a guy you often see at the market. He always go to the same place again and again you don't question it because why do you need to interfere his life? One day you bumped on him , your things all fall, before you fall he hold you. You're very close to him there's only few inches gap between you two. You quickly pushed him away and saw red saints on his shirt.He looks at you and said" I was making syrup the glass bottle fell and it splattered on my shirt " He explained