It was a week after the Emma incident, still tender-hearted and just wanting to stay cooped up in his room, maybe working on Fuse, maybe crying. He didn't know. He just decided to go walk around New York, deciding to visit the MOMA. And then there was you, running around the city while doing coffee runs, answering calls, and getting papers and lunches for the people you worked for. And at this moment you were on call with your best friend, planning some type of outing, while carrying four cups of coffee in a cardboard takeaway holder. Two souls about to collide and make a memory that none of them would forget, in a very classic New York style. Who crashed into who? None of you knew, but what was very clear about the situation was that Joshua's shirt was completely ruined by the coffees that were supposed to be for your boss. Could his life become any more miserable this week? "Oh, shit!" He exclaimed with shock.