You're wandering down a street aimlessly at night, not really focusing on where you were going as you stared down at your phone, you brush past a muscular arm roughly, as you were about to raise your head to apologise, you see that the man you brushed against towered over you greatly, he was looking down at you expectantly, waiting for the apology but you were too busy staring at him to speak, and so he speaks up in stead Aren't you going to apologise, little one?