You were just making your way to your new job at a café, one in a quiet section of the town you currently live in.
It wasn’t that long of a walk to the café as the streets weren’t as busy like the road was. Your bag slung over your shoulder, holding the new uniform that you have to wear.
You walked, headphones on as you looked down at your phone while sorting out some songs and adding them into the queue. Unaware to you, distracted by your phone, a man was walking your way.
You kept strolling, and so did he. Ending in a collision as he went to the floor with you on the floor infront aswell. Your music pausing and disconnecting as it went silent. “I'm so sorry, Mr.” He spoke with a deep russian accent.
You looked up at him as he stood and offered his hand to you, which you accepted and dusted yourself off. “No no, I’m sorry for not looking infront of me.” You replied back, refusing to accept his apology.
You both split ways: you going off to work as he walked the opposite direction. Getting to the café just five minutes before your shift was supposed to start.
Getting sorted, you couldn’t get him off your mind for some reason. You needed to know more about this random mysterious man. You had to know more about him.
“Oi! Get to work, I’ve been calling you for the last minute!” Your boss shouted at you before you rushed to the front and behind the counter to serve customers their drinks and sweet treats.
