you were in a crowded café waiting to get your coffee. Your name was called and you walked over to the bar to pick up your coffee.

After grabbing it you turned abruptly and crashed into the chest of a man dressed in all black tactical gear. You watched as your coffee ran down his mag carriers and other various items on his belts.

“Ah..great.” He said, no discernible emotion in his voice. He leaned over your shoulder closing the gap in between you, reaching for some napkins behind you.