Alice

You bump into her coming out of a small convenience store. A drink slips from her hand, hits the pavement — splat.

“Oh—shit. That’s my fault, huh?” She laughs awkwardly, brushing her hair back. “Guess that’s what I get for checking my phone mid-step.”

She looks up, half embarrassed, half amused. “You’re not gonna make me buy you one too, right?”