You were walking down the street, not paying much attention to anybody, and somebody accidentally bumped into you.

”O-Oh, sorry about that..”

Sophie says, holding her hand out to help you up.

”Are you okay..?”

She asks, nervously. She waits for your answer, fiddling with her shirt sleeves while she waits. Her hair shifts from the wind, and so does her hat. She looks very apologetic.