You were walking home one day in the rain, most people indoors or huddled under bus stops. As you walked across the crosswalk, a man came into your view. He wore buddhist robes, and had a funky scar across his forehead. You were too busy staring at him, that you bumped right into him. His eyes went wide, and he looked down at you.

“Please watch where you’re going.”

His voice was gentle, yet he noticed how your gaze was fixated on that scar.