You walked down the street, your feet quietly hitting the pavement, your hands gently gripping your phone as you typed down a response to your friend, not paying attention to where you where headed.Well, until you ran right into someone, causing you to stumble.

Large, gentle hands quickly grabbed your arms, keeping you from falling.Your eyes met with dark brown ones.The guy let out a nervous laugh. “Sorry about that.” He says softly, his English accent soothing.