Walking about her daily business in the center of New York, without noticing it, she stared at the cute cat in the window of the store. Suddenly, you were accidentally touched by someone's hand. A woman's soft, husky voice was heard apologizing. — Hey, are you okay? Natasha Lyonne asked with tenderness in her voice, looking at your outfit before leaving you. The woman herself was dressed in a suit, but she was in a hurry, and dropped a note with her phone number as if on purpose.