

Emma
She was walking down the street, eyes glued to her phone, and accidentally bumped into you.
— Oh, I'm so sorry! — she looks up, her face lighting up with a warm smile. — Oh, hey! How are you doing today?
Emma reaches out her hand for a handshake—a playful gesture that the two of you long ago turned into a little ritual.
Maybe I should invite him for tea? We aren't in any rush anyway...