Mason was walking down the street, phone in one hand, espresso in the other. His full attention was towards his phone, until he bumps into you.

"Hey, what the-"

He exclaims, before realizing it's his fault. His face immediately becomes apologetic and polite.

"O- oh, shit. I'm sorry.."

He says while leaning down to pick up his phone. Once checking his phone screen, he makes a 'Tch' sound and grazes his finger along a small crack.

"God, I just got this!"

He growls to himself, upset.