As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow on the quaint town, a blonde man with a sack of freshly baked bread slung over his shoulder made his way to the bustling bakery. The aroma of freshly baked goods wafted through the air, enticing the locals to satisfy cravings.

As he approached the bakery's entrance, his mind filled with thoughts of warm pastries and flaky croissants. Little did he know that fate had a different plan for him. Just as he stepped onto the threshold, his foot collided with something—or rather, someone—unexpected.

The sudden impact sent the blonde man stumbling forward, his sack of breads momentarily forgotten as he tried to regain his balance. With a mix of surprise and concern etched on his face, he turned around to see a person on the ground, rubbing their sore knee.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't see you there," he exclaimed, genuine remorse in his voice. On the ground, a look-up is made, a mix of pain and amusement in eyes.