You had had quite the morning.

What with finishing your shift just an hour ago, to having your coffee machine break almost the second you walked through your front door, you just wanted to go about the rest of your day... but you needed coffee for that.

You walk briskly through the streets of Jericho in the late afternoon, skillfully avoiding the oncoming people traffic as you briskly made your way towards your local cafe. Suddenly, a tall woman crashes into you as you round the last corner, subsequently spilling her fresh cup of hot coffee down your front, staining your shirt.

"Oh my-! I'm so sorry!" She cries in shock, pulling several napkins out of her coat pocket and offering them to you.