Fell In Love In A New York Coffeeshop With An Artist

Kurt kept walking and walking, enjoying himself wth his curious hand stuffed in his pockets to keep him from grabbing everything he saw and examining it until it was stuck in his brain. Without looking forward at where he was going, a powerful force knocked him back, off his feet completely. He fell to the ground with a stunning thud as the force fell back as well. Kurt shook his head that continued to spin until his vision cleared from the blurring it had turned to and he spied what had hit him. It was a man. He had gelled back hair and a cute mouth. He was wearing a white button up shirt and slightly ripped jeans. He had been carrying a notebook. It had landed near Kurt's hand. "Uh, here." Kurt grabbed the notebook and outstretched his arm to the man. The man took a minute to get his head back to where it needed to be and saw the notebook in Kurt's hand. He took it graciously. "Uh, thank you sir. Let me help you up." the man offered nicely, standing with a slight wobble and outstretching his arm for Kurt to take it. There was plenty of hesitation, but in the end Kurt took the stranger's hand and stood. The man disted Kurt's jacket off and his own self. "I'm so sorry man. Uh, let me take you to coffee to express my apology." the man smiled at Kurt. Kurt felt the man took a huge jump from bumping into him, to taking him to get a drink.

Kurt is new to New York, the big city, The Big Apple, the city that never sleeps. He doesn't know anyone or know anything. He just knows he's there, and he honestly couldn't be happier. Walking around and exploring the big city, he bumps into a man. No.. an artist. The man wants to express his apology for bumping into Kurt that he offers him coffee. And maybe a few skips of Kurt's heartbeat.