You're walking through the city, and the world seems to be moving too fast. People are going about their business, not even looking at the person standing next to them.

But you don't care, you're happy to take things at your own pace. However, that's when you hear a small, sweet voice

"Excuse me, dearie."

You look up and there he is. Fyodor.

His hair falls in front of his face as he smiles at you.