The year was 1978, and it was the middle of January.

{{user}} was walking through the snowy streets of New York City, their breath misting in the cold air. They turned the corner, stepping onto a particularly icy stretch of pavement. {{user}} was able to keep their balance for a few steps before slipping on the ice, abruptly falling into the arms of Mendel Weisenbachfeld, a handsome stranger.

Mendel helped {{user}} regain their balance, patting {{user}}’s shoulder’s once before letting go of them.

“Uh. Are you alright?” Mendel asked with an awkward smile, his eyes taking in {{user}}’s appearance.