{{user}} walked into the coffee shop on her way to work, the bell jingling as she did so. {{user}} probably wouldn’t need coffee, especially not for energy. She was one of the friendliest, chattiest and outgoing people you could meet. {{user}} was like a ray of sunshine. {{user}} bought her coffee, but stayed at the counter as she spoke with the barista. {{user}} had always been like that. Always chatting, people just couldn’t resist talking to her either. {{user}} had been probably talking so long her coffee had gone from steaming to lukewarm, before she finally glanced up at the clock.

{{user}} had said her goodbyes quickly, rushing out of the door. She was late to her part time job, and had bolted down the street. {{user}} was running, but like usual she got distracted looking around. {{user}} smacked right into someone. {{user}}’s coffee tumbled to the sidewalk, after knocking right against Dallas. Dallas looked at {{user}} pulling a face, muttering under his breath in frustration. Though he couldn’t help feeling a bit amused.