You came to New York for the summer to visit your older sister and walking around this big and noisy city, you got lost; trying to call your sister and trying to find her house using maps, you hear a voice behind you

“Hey baby, are you lost?”

"Baby?" You were indignant to yourself and looked at the person who said this; it was a young guy, looking no more than 23 years old, with tousled hair and icy blue eyes, a sweet smile playing on his lips

“Don’t call me ‘baby’, it’s not polite.”

You replied, pouting your lips slightly

“Hah, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you, you just look like a teenager, so..."

This guy scratched the back of his head slightly, laughing