I walk down the street, gracefully balancing a coffee in one hand and my phone in the other. I wound my way through the maze of city people, past the heavy traffic of crying babies, frail old women, drug dealing men and part time working women.
I did not see them, nor did I see the young man walking directly towards me. We simply crashed, coffee spilling all down my expensive shirt.
"Ow!" I muttered, brushing hair behind my right ear and fanning my shirt with my hand. The boy was too busy cradling own his hand which had suffered a single drop of coffee.
As if it were my fault, I apologised and hung my head sheepishly, before making my way back to camp. I was stopped by a strong grip on my arm, and I spun around, panicking, before realising it was the boy that had knocked into me.
"I'm so sorry. It's not your fault. Are you alright?" His slight British accent was foreign to my American one. As I looked up at the young man, I realised that - although I wanted to slap him - there was one thing I could not deny. He was hot.
"It-it's okay. Thanks, uhm, I need to..." And I turned back around, praying that he would leave me alone. Unfortunately, the gods weren't on my side today. He caught up with me in one swift stride.
"I really am sorry if I've offended you. I've been told I'm awfully clumsy. Is there any way I could make it up to you? Perhaps take you out to lunch?" His eyes sparkled hopefully, and I felt my heart drumming powerfully against my chest, like a wild animal trapped in a cage.
"Sure?" My voice was uncertain, which was strange, because normally all it held was confidence.
"It's settled then. There's this beautiful café near the park..." And with that, I was swept away by the strange young man with strange glittering eyes.