It was a normal enough day. Your wings had finally grown in, and you were just taking a walk in the near deserted park. A tall man bumps into you and you get knocked down. "Oh my gosh, I'm so s..." The man trails off, staring at your tiny wings. Your eyes meet, and instincts kick in for the both of you. Pupils dilate, feathers ruffle, and shoulders drop. The man warbles gently, an irresistible call of comfort and safety, crouching and opening his arms for you.