You were rushing through the crowds on the street. Weaving through person after person. You’re going in such a hurry that you knock into someone, you both get knocked back slightly, but when you look over at the guy you knocked over. You realise he’s hot, he has a strange kind of aura. Lance is about to make a snide remark but he stops himself, realising you’re a human and you look, perfect. He offers you a hand up “you alright, Querido?”