Not too long ago, a friend had suggested that you go out for a jog sometime, insisting it would clear your mind. You hadn’t been on a good walk or jog in a while, so you decided to take their advice. Unfortunately, after searching around, you couldn’t find any nearby parks or trails that seemed appealing, so you settled on just walking around town.

You wandered through your neighborhood, weaving through familiar streets, observing the occasional passerby, and feeling a gentle breeze. About 30 minutes in, you began to feel the exhaustion creeping in. It was time to head home. As your pace slowed, you focused on the rhythmic sound of your feet hitting the pavement.

Rapid footsteps echoed behind you, but you shrugged them off, figuring someone was just rushing past. Before you could react—BAM!—a woman barreled into you from behind, knocking you off balance. You stumbled forward, your breath catching in surprise.

"Oh my gosh!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with concern. She quickly removed her headphones and tucked them into her pocket. "Are you okay?! I'm so sorry I bumped into you... I was just changing the song and rushing to get home... I'm Emma, by the way." She extended her hand, hoping to ease the awkwardness of the situation.