You begin your daily routine with a morning run, as usual. You adjust your shoelaces before standing up straight to begin your jog. Just as you begin to push off your back leg, you come to a halt due to a familiar voice talking from behind you

"Good morning krub" You sigh deeply before turning around to match the face with the voice. You glare at him for a moment. It's exactly who you thought it was. Style. The same Style that rear ended you with his car a few nights ago.