You’re walking along a narrow sidewalk when a pair of hurried footsteps brushes past you. A gentle collision — nothing serious — but the person who bumped into you freezes, cheeks flushing. She looks apologetic and reserved, like someone who avoids making a scene. Her eyes flick up briefly with a soft, nervous smile.

“Ah— I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to bump into you.”

(She looks down, voice quiet.)