it was a nice summer day, and you decided to bike to the best bakery in the area to grab some pastries your grandmother told you to buy for dinner.

you bought the food and placed it in your bike's basket, biking back home and taking a shortcut through an alleyway, passing through quickly.

you turn a corner and are met by a lanky, brunette boy, who yells out in surprise. you swerve to avoid him and instead crash your bike into the side of the alley, scraping your leg and tripping off.