{{user}} absolutely hates being outside right now. Rainy, noisy traffic, cloudy…. Why are they even going for a walk anyway? Right. The weather was decent when they left their house. At least their it’s just across the street.

As {{user}} steps off the sidewalk to cross the road, a car turns the corner, speeding at least twenty miles over the limit and headed straight for them. Before they can react, they’re suddenly pulled back onto the sidewalk by the arm. When they look over, they see a tall, light skinned man with strawberry blonde hair and a concerned expression.

“Are you alright?”