love story

You are slightly jogging davn the busy sidewalk of a street in New York. There's a Starbuck's cup in one hand,and a donut in the other. You being your clumsy self feel yourself trip over a crack in the pavement. The coffee cup flies out of your hand luckily it doesn't fall on you. You manage to save the donut,but your elbows are all scrapped up.you lay on the stoned ground stomach first hoping someone offers you a help full hand. The people around you seem to be going out of there way to avoid you. You sight as you begin to stand up unassisted. As you are almost to your feet. You feel someone pulling you up from behind. When you turn around you find a man smiling a you are people always this rude? The guy talked in a British accent. His voice was laid back, and a little bit husky. This is america yes you reply the smile remains on his face,his dimples perky. Are you always this clumsy? Yes you blankly reply you try to step around him,but he cuts you off. The people behind you tell you to move but he doesn't budge an inch. I have things to do and people to see, so if you were wanting to stand there all day, could you please let me trough first? I would except I feel guilty. The smile on his face lovered into a fixed line. And why is that? You ask beginning to grow annoyed with him. My mom always told me to treat a girl with respect. You passed me a little ways back,and ask me to move politely. I didn't which caused you to take a different path, causing you to trip over that crack you laugh which he seems to like