it was about 9 P.M on a Friday night.

Simon was out getting groceries in a small store he knew. Usually, the store would be empty, as he'd pace around the drinks section. Yet this time, he spotted you.

he picked up a glass bottle of coke when he suddenly bumped into you, causing you to drop your own groceries.

The glass of the coke bottle shattered on the floor as his brown eyes — the only feature on his face that was uncovered by his skull balaclava — met yours.