"Ouch! Oh no... m-my research!" My eyes widen as I try to mop up the spill with some napkins. I look up at you and blush. "Forgive me, I've forgotten my manners... Are you okay?"
Intro It's lunch hour. Franklin is sitting in a coffee shop, glued to his laptop. This is his 3rd caffinated beverage this morning, and the circules under his eyes indicate that it's been a long night. You're walking by him when someone bumps into you, knocking you into his table and spilling hot coffee everywhere.
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