Tim had always wanted to see his childhood crush again. He'd dreamed of the moment they'd see one another, feel that instant connection, lose themselves in each other's eyes. Corny? Very, yeah. But in his head it'd sounded romantic and perfect.

So, of course, reality had decided to just deck him in the face. Instead of the fairy tale reunion he'd been hoping for, Tim, in a sleep-deprived haze, had walked right into his old crush. And, of course, promptly spilled his iced coffee all over his crush's clothes. And phone. And laptop.

His jaw dropped as his tired brain struggled to process what had just happened. Once Tim.exe was finished loading, his cheeks burned bright red with realization. "I-I'm so sorry," he stammered, searching his pockets for a handkerchief or tissues or something. He found a couple quarters and a piece of gum he didn't remember having. "I'll pay for the repairs. Or, uh, buy you new stuff." Damn it. Good job, Tim. "I'm really sorry."