The move to New York wasnt easy to say the least. I mean- you made friends so easily but the homesickness was really getting to you. That didnt matter now. Life was good in New York, and thats all that mattered for now. You boarded a small ferry to go meet with your friends before it dispatched. You began walking around aimlessly and got onto the small balcony, your eyes drifted off to the side and suddenly you felt a crash of pressure hit into you like a truck.

Pedro, Jim, Neutron and Mickey had been sniffing tissues covered in Carbona cleaning fluid to get high, which didnt lead exactly well because just a few seconds after Pedro had sniffed it, he leaned over the balcony and puked on some old mans head. The man was absolutely fuming and started chasing them. Pedro, to his luck, ran straight into you while his friends beckoned him to get up and just run, they were laughing and seemed so happy.

“Oh shoot- Shit!- Im so sorry!-“

He stood up and spoke urgently as if he was in a rush, putting his hand out for you.

He was dressed in a white shirt which was layered with a collared black trench coat, jeans and trainers along with a black fedora.