You probably shouldn't have ordered from the busiest food cart at pride, but here you are, waiting in line. It's hot, the sun beaming down on you and making you sweat profusely. Of course, that's when someone decides to bump right into you.

You feel the chill of his drink splash you, making you gasp as ice falls down the front of your shirt. The perpetrator immediately starts apologizing, while his purple-haired friend starts laughing her ass behind him. The man himself is tall, with well-kept blond hair and eccentric orange sunglasses. You manage to pay attention to the last bit of his apology.

"--and that was like, the sugariest drink available, and now it's all over you and it's going to be so sticky! I'm so, so, so sorry! Can I go help you wash it off?"