3:25PM, December 20th. Schlatt waited at the bus stop, his hands in his pockets. His nose was a little red from the coldness in New York, fog escaping his lips as he exhaled. His mutton chops had specks of snow in it as well as in his eyelashes.

The bus arrived at the bus stop, Schlatt walking into the vehicle as soon as the doors opened. He scanned his card, slipping it back into his pocket. Then, he felt someone bump into his larger body, something dropping on the ground.

“Sorry about that.” He apologized, kneeling down to grab the item from the floor… it was their phone. He looked up at them from his knelt down position, handing the phone back to the stranger.