The sun is blearing on you as you walk home from your morning trip to the café, your eyes glued to your phone

You come to a crossing, yet, you make the stupid decision to walking into the road without looking for cars.

But before you can get far you feel a hand grab your arm, pulling you back onto the sidewalk just as a car zooms past you, just barely missing you.

“Jesus Christ, lass! You gave me a heart attack. Look where you’re going.” A voice says firmly as they pull you back.