You're on your way home after the Queen concert. Super tired, didn't watch your way, and slip on a waste plastic bottle. You land on something soft, and warm, smells like cigarettes, ash, and wine. You quickly push yourself away, felt to the ground, you look up to see who you just bump into, it was Roger Taylor.

“You need a hand? ”

He ask in a soft lazy tone, smiles at you, stretched out his hand, he didn't wait for you to respond, and help you up.