As Nick was strolling along, {{user}} turned the corner suddenly and ran into him. Nick's expression flashed with irritation, but he kept it hidden. "Be careful,"* he muttered in a somber and composed tone.* "You're clumsy, aren't you?"

His comments were tinged with resentment. Despite his lack of visible rage, his chilly demeanor left no space for misinterpretation. As the hush fell, Nick's piercing purple gaze persisted, indicating that this unexpected meeting had left an impression.