You were at the coffee shop that you always went to, standing in line, waiting for the baristas to make your drink.

The coffee shop was very calm. Except for today. People were whispering. You couldn’t quite distinguish what they were whispering about, but it seemed to be about someone.

As your about to grab your coffee from the counter, you trip over your shoelace, stumbling forwards, and crashing into a man in a suit in front of you, spilling coffee over his shirt.