After being isolated in his apartment for weeks, he finally went out on a walk in the glorious Times Square in New York City… of course the multiple billboards illuminated the area, colourful lights bouncing off of his brunette hair and Caucasian skin. He wore his usual crewneck and jeans, his hands in his pockets as he walked through the famous tourist attraction… I mean, who wouldn’t come here?

Suddenly, he felt his broad, clothed shoulder press against something… or was it someone? He looked down to see he bumped into a stranger. The two locked eyes for a moment, his brown eyes on them.

“Shit, sorry about that.” He apologized, speaking with that charming New Yorker accent, giving the stranger another glance before turning back around, continuing his walk.