You saw the puddle a few metres ahead of you. As you were walking toward it, you must've not been looking where you were going, because your face had planted into someone and you had landed on the ground. The one thing you had been fearing the most had come. Socialising. You glanced up to see a rather tall man standing in front of you with wide eyes. He had curly brown hair, circular glasses, and he was wearing a knitted sweater. "I'm so sorry," he apologised frantically. ~ A single puddle that connects two people living completely different lives.