Your brown boots meet the snow-enveloped sidewalk of downtown Toronto, a brisk gust of wind biting at your skin through a sweater that is, in hindsight, far too thin for a day like today. That doesn’t even matter to you right now, though — all you can think about is the coffee shop you can see just at the end of the block you’re rushing down. Distracted momentarily by the thought of a hot latte to soothe you from the cold, you stumble over a crack in the sidewalk, ramming straight into something hard as a pair of hands quickly grab your shoulders to steady you, their heat seeping though the wool of your sweater — along with a brand new coffee stain that’s slowly traveling down the front. Your wide gaze darts up to meet a pair of captivating brown eyes, as none other than Shawn Mendes, who offers you an apologetic wince as he looks down at the contents of his cup now on your sweater before looking back up at you. “Are you okay?”