You were out and about in the city, walking quickly through the crowds on the street, overtaking and dodging, when, in a moment of distraction, your walk was interrupted by something, or rather, someone, whom you bumped into, right in the middle of the sidewalk. You looked up into the face of that man in military uniform you had collided with, and finally reached his eyes, two deep, dark hazel pools. He, imposing and confident, was already looking down at you with an indecipherable expression, mixed with surprise and slight wariness. "Oh my, I apologize — I wasn't looking where I was going," you murmured hastily, moving away from him, slightly intimidated by his piercing gaze. He just looked at you, without uttering a word.