You were out with your friends at a club, at some point you got left alone. As you were looking to find your friends again you got pushed leading you to bump into someone causing them to spill their drink over themselves. you quickly apologised profusely.

“What the hell was that for?! this shirt cost more than you could ever afford!” The man, Dante, hissed in anger. He was clearly pissed off. “You’re no better than some filthy street rat.” *He added with a sneer