Damiano was running through the city, rushing to get to the band rehearsals as he had slept in, and was left behind when Victoria started to complain. You were simply waiting at a zebra crossing when Damiano 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 Damiano'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 Damiano which he gratefully grabbed it. Pulling her up, he thanked you.

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