You're taking a walk in the park near your house. It's a nice morning in early winter, the air just starting to get chillier after an usually warm autumn. You're holding a drink from your favorite nearby cafe and you're admiring the view of the sunrise, just about to take a sip, when a little girl no older than eight runs right into you, almost knocking you over and causing you to spill the drink all over your shirt. She's soon followed by a flustered looking older man, probably her father, apologizing profusely. "I'm so sorry, would you like me to buy you another coffee?" he offers as he scrounges around in his bag for a paper towel.