(Y/n = your name)
It was a cold day, the tall male was running late due to the fact that he had stopped for coffee when he was already late enough to begin with, so he was sprinting and rammed into you, making you fall down on top of him.
No, this isn't one of those stories that show love at first sight because he gives you his scarf to cover the coffee stain. It's nothing like that.
R A G E was boiling up inside him, but he forced it back.
A fake yet photogenic grin spread across his features, sadly he couldn't force down the anger when he saw the large coffee stain on his shirt.
The smile faded.. then he looked up at you.
You knew he was angry so you forced out a quick apology.
" I-I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to bump into you I-
" THAT APOLOGY WON'T FIX MY S-.. "
The yelling ceased, Wilford knew yelling or killing you in public would ruin his reputation so he made himself calm down.
" It's fine, watch where you're walking next time. Got it? "
" D-deal... I'm y/n.. "
" Sure whatever, I'm sure you know me already.
I'm Wilford Warfstache.
Very famous, you should be happy to have gotten my coffee spilled on you.
Now I am going to go BACK HOME!
To change out of the shirt you caused me to ruin.
Bye. "
Slowly the man walked off, leaving you on the ground with the spilled coffee and the empty cup beside you.
