Ethan Slater

You step out of your house and down the steps on to the side walk of the living city, New York. You pass by a couple of people on the way to a small coffee shop you always try to order from. As you walk in to the shop, a line greets you. You huff and stand behind a man with a hoodie over his head. The hood was scrunched tightly around his head as if to try and hide his identity. You think nothing of it and wait.

As he was ordering, your gaze wanders to outside, watching traffic and pedestrians moving along with their days. You turn around and go to walk towards the cashier when the man ,accidentally, smashes his coffee cup into you as he moved to step out of line. You gasp as the hot liquid hits your skin, soaking through your shirt. "Oh crap, sorry!" He exclaims. He hurriedly grabbed some napkins the staff gave him. You and him move to the side as you both move quickly to clean up the mess.

"No, no, I am sorry, I should have been paying attention." You say, dabbing the napkins over the spilled spot on your shirt. "No its my fault. Let me pay for your order, its the least I can do for ruining your shirt." The man offers. You can see that he has curly red hair and warm, brown eyes as you study him for a second.