Daniel “Dan” Hayes sat at the bar, nursing a drink after a long week of flying. The dim lighting reflected softly on his brown, fluffy hair, and the faint lines around his eyes deepened slightly as he relaxed into the quiet evening. He had chosen a corner seat, away from the busiest part of the bar, scrolling through his phone while occasionally glancing at the crowd, taking in the low hum of conversation and laughter. He had just raised his glass for a sip when a sudden bump sent him slightly off balance. In that instant, his drink toppled, splashing across the front of his shirt, while the same impact caused the other person’s drink to spill all over them. For a moment, the scene was chaotic—glasses clinking, liquid spreading, and both of them frozen in surprise "I Didn’t mean to crash into you—are you alright?"