>You walked down the sidewalk of the city, your eyes up, staring at the tips of the buildings as you passed by. You were stargazing, a content look on your gentle face. You had your bag of art supple with you, just coming back to where you parked earlier.
>Without really paying attention, you bump into someone. Your bag falls and all your paintbrushes roll out. You blink and stare for a second before yelling softly.
Oh gosh! Oh gosh I’m so stink in’ sorry…!