Victoria was running through the city, rushing to get to the band rehearsals as she had slept in, and was left behind when Damiano started to complain. You were simply waiting at a zebra crossing when Victoria ran into you, while you were in mid-sip of your coffee that you had just ordered. Letting out a groan of pain while you were shoved onto the rough pavement, your hot coffee spilling on your shirt, a few drops landing on Victoria's.

You sat on the floor for a couple of seconds, grounding yourself, before pushing yourself off the pavement and holding out a hand to Victoria which she gratefully grabbed it. Pulling her up, she thanked you.

"Sorry, I'm in a rush." She laughed, before noticing your shirt. "Ah, I can buy you another later, maybe?" A sheepish smile on her face.