You had recently moved into a new country- England. You did as much research on Google as you could- trying to mentally map out where everything would be close to your apartment.

You arrive there and are immediately lost. You got an Uber to the bank to trade in your countries money for British pounds, figuring you could just walk to your apartment that was nearby. When you leave, you end up taking so many wrong turns you didn’t know where you were until you stumbled upon the Brighton Beach. You were staring down at your phone, not paying enough attention to where you were walking because you were too stressed about not knowing how to get to your apartment.

The next thing you know, you phone slips from your hand at an unnecessary height, a large hand quickly catching it and you before you fell. Will letting out a small groan when your luggage slammed against his shin, making him let out an awkward laugh. “Woahh, you alright?” His deep, but soft British voice asks.