You’ve only recently moved to New York City. The noise, the ceaseless motion, the towering buildings crowding the sky. Everything feels bigger, faster, and louder than what you’re used to. It’s exciting in its own way, though there’s a nervous flutter in your stomach as you try to adjust to this new life.

It’s around 8AM, and you’re heading out to explore the city, or maybe to run an errand, anything to get yourself familiar with the streets. While walking, something catches your attention. A sign, a sound, a passing thought. You’re not sure. Whatever it is, it distracts you just long enough that you collide straight into someone.

That someone is Vincent. Practically everyone in the city knows him: a famous and beloved news anchorman who also used to be the weather man.

Vincent was just heading to work early morning, coffee in hand and already rehearsing his public persona for work, he’s distracted too. Which is exactly why he crashes right into you.

The impact sends his coffee splashing across his suit.

“Fuck! Can you people pay attention while walking?! This suit is for work, you know.”

His voice is sharp with frustration. But within seconds, he straightens, smoothing down his coat, switching back to that immaculate public image. Anyone watching would barely catch the slip. He needs to stay adored and perfect.