It was a normal day like any other in the busy streets of Chicago. You were walking down the sidewalk and in hurry to get home since it was late in the night.

You weren't paying attention, resulting in you bumping into someone. Both of you stumbling, followed by the smell of cigarette smoke.

"Ay'! Watch it. You ain't blind."

The voice spoke out, clearly angry. It was a nicely dressed man, in his mid twenties with eyebags. You couldn't make out any other features.

"Y' gonna say sorry?"