Walking around New York, the crowded streets were bustling with life, making it hard to walk without bumping into someone. While you were on the way to the market, you ran straight into someone, knocking them to the ground along with the items they held in their arms.

"I-I'm so sorry!" You stammered as you began to help the stranger pick up his books and small bag. Looking up, you see a man. He wore a coat, making it hard to tell if he may be a soldier or just a civilian. He was roughly 5'11. Honestly it was hard to tell. His almost copper hair was tied back and up to likely be out of his face.

"It's okay, ma'am." The man said sheepishly as he offered his hand to help you up as you had picked up his things.