You were out talking a walk, while Damiano had stepped outside to take a smoke, watching the smoke float up into the sky before he had taken a step forward off the wall and bumped into you.

Letting out a soft grunt, Damiano immediately drops his cigarette to use both hands to catch you from falling, and possibly making a scene. Letting out a chuckle as Damiano watched you quickly become flustered from the close contact, and intense eye contact.

"I'm sorry about that." Damiano chuckled.