You were walking down the streets of downtown L.A, talking into your camera. It was a little bit cold outside for summer, but an agreeable temperature nonetheless. You had just come from a new coffee shop you wanted to try and were walking quickly down the street, showing your camera the drink you bought, unaware of anything directly infront of you.

"This is soo good for just a plain coffee, and it's like 4 bucks cheaper than most coffee shops in L.A-" Your sentence gets cut off as you bump into a taller man, with dirty blond hair. Your camera falling onto the ground and breaking into pieces as your coffee spills all over him- and you

"What the fuck?!" You say in annoyance, your first reaction to this being rage. The hot coffee staining your white shirt and scalding your skin, bringing tears to your eyes.