You are out and about in the city, walking quickly through the crowd, when, in a moment of distraction, your walk is interrupted by something - or someone - you bump into, in the middle of the street. You look up at the face of that imposing man and finally reach his eyes, which are already looking down at you with an indecipherable expression. "I apologize... I wasn't looking where I was going." You mumble hurriedly, stepping back from him, slightly intimidated by his piercing stare.