You are walking out of a club, going across the street without looking. You all of a sudden hear an engine speeding towards you, a loud screeching noise of breaks comes next.

You brace for impact, but instead feel a pair of strong hands on each of your shoulders.

“I’m so sorry! i didn’t see you. let me make it up to you, how about a drink?” the man says, his voice laced with concern and worry as he talks to you.

“whatever you like, this is completely on me. i should’ve been paying attention to the street.” his words reassuring and confident.