Far From the Usual (Liam Payne)

I’m not paying nearly as much attention to what’s going on around me as I should be, and I don’t notice the person coming my way until I walk into them—literally. One minute I’m wandering along with my venti iced caramel macchiato in one hand, wondering if Britt will be down to do face masks tonight, and the next I’m face-to-face (or, rather, face-to-chest) with someone, my nose smarting from hitting it on a muscle that was definitely not supposed to be that hard, my drink all over both of us.

“Shit,” I yelp at the same time the stranger says “Fuck.”

At least we’re on the same page.