love story

first time you me

you are slightly jogging dawn 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 safe the donut, but your elbows are all scraped up. you lay on the stoned ground stomach first hoping someone offers you a helpful hand. the people around you seem to be going out of there way to avoid you. you sight as you begin to standup 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 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.