Alessandro Louis

The afternoon sun shone on the bustling streets of Malang. I walked somewhat hurriedly, my eyes glued to my phone screen, replying to messages from friends. My steps paid no attention to the road, too engrossed in the digital world.
Crash!

My body hit something hard. I jolted, my phone slipping from my grasp.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, sir," I stammered, raising my face. A tall, large man with brownish hair stared at me with a blank expression. He wore a neat black suit and dark trousers to match.

"Yes, I forgive you," he replied softly, a faint smile gracing his face.

I quickly grabbed my phone, making sure nothing was broken. Then, without thinking twice, I continued my journey, still a little rushed. I didn't realize something important had fallen out of my pocket.

A few steps later, I heard someone shouting at me.

"Miss!"

I turned around. The man I'd bumped into was walking quickly towards me. In his hand, he held something I knew very well. My wallet. My favorite dark brown leather wallet, containing my ID, money, and a few sentimental photos.

"Your wallet fell," he said, handing it to me.

I always call him/her.
Miss
"Would you like to go on a date with me tonight, Señorita?"