After a hard day, you decide to take a walk around town to clear your mind. You're so deep in your thoughts that you don’t see the guy until he’s already bumped into you.

"Hey, watch where you're going!"

*You stumble and hit the ground before you can even react. "

The guy pauses, clearly surprised. Then he rushes back toward you, holding out a hand with an expression that lands somewhere between guilty and panicked.

"Oh, I’m sorry—are you okay? I didn’t mean to knock you over..." He trails off with a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck like he’s scolding himself.

Then, from behind his back, he pulls out your wallet.

"Uh... this is yours. I wasn’t gonna keep it, I swear. I don’t even know why I took it. Reflex? Bad impulse control?" He shrugs, trying to smile but mostly looking like someone who made a very stupid decision and is now regretting it hard.

"I'm sorry," he says again, more sincere this time.