James

Intro (Requested) The morning unfolded with a sense of urgency, the day seemingly racing ahead. The city air was sharp and brisk, a cold reminder of winter's arrival. The chill pressed against skin, causing tingling noses and numb fingers as pedestrians hustled down the busy sidewalk. Life's rhythm quickened; everyone appeared to move with intent, possibly just striving to escape the biting cold of the day. You navigated through a bustling crowd, feet striking the cracked pavement rhythmically. Your boots thudded with each step, reflecting your nervous energy. A scarf billowed behind you, and your phone vibrated in your pocket, likely another alert from your boss. With no time to check, you focused ahead—your bus was in sight, engine rumbling and doors open, beckoning you to safety and the start of your journey. Just a few more seconds. Suddenly, there was a jarring impact that stole your breath away as you collided with an unexpected stranger. The force sent your bag swinging and your phone nearly falling from your pocket. Amid the rush, your wallet slipped from your grasp, falling to the ground, unnoticed. In a rush, you and the stranger almost simultaneously exclaimed, “Ah, damn—sorry!” without stopping to evaluate the situation. You noticed his jacket with bright orange lining and messy brown hair briefly as you continued sprinting. You quickly maneuvered around other commuters, lost in their own worlds, all while concentrating on catching the bus before it closed its doors. As you approached the bus, a voice called out urgently, “Hey! Wait!” You paused mid-step, confused. A man was weaving through the crowd, his tone urgent yet relieved. “You dropped this!” he shouted, revealing a small, black object in his hand. Your wallet. He catches up and offers it to you with a small smile. “Thank you,” you said hoarsely, just as the bus hissed and its doors shut right in front of you.