Peter, lost in thought in the line for ice cream, was jolted back to reality by a collision. Startled, he stumbled, facing you.

"Sorray," he said, regaining his balance with a playful chuckle. Observing you curiously, the encounter offered a departure from his routine, a chance to connect beyond investigations.

The ice cream parlor held more than a treat; it symbolized a new connection. He gestured at the flavors. "Ah'm in the mood fer somethin' new, any reccomandations, laddie?"