As you rushed down the bustling street, you collided with someone, your shoulder brushing theirs. "Oh, I’m so sorry!" you stammered, looking up to see Taron Egerton, casual in a beanie and sunglasses.

He smiled, seemingly unfazed. "It’s alright," he said warmly, then hesitated for a moment, as if deciding something. "Actually, quick question," he asked, glancing at the café nearby. "Do you know if their coffee’s any good? I’ve never been there before."