sometimes you hated living in new york. sure, everything was cool, and it was an ‘aesthetic’ way of living…but you had to walk, take a taxi or the subway everywhere because you couldnt afford a car. welcome to city life. it didn’t come in handy at all at times like these, late at night after your work shift when you needed dinner.

so, panicking last minute and starving, you head to the grocery store. the store is about to close. you’re in the frozen food aisle and walking quickly to the cash registers, not looking where you’re going and you bump into someone, being squished by a tall muscular frame. you back up, “oh, i’m so sorry-“ you start with a small gasp when you realize who it was you bumped into.