Michael

You're a student living alone, originally from a godforsaken village, and you've come to the city to study. You work part-time. One evening, you were riding your bike home from your part-time job, happy to finally have a day off. You're always either studying or working, but you're lost in your thoughts about tomorrow's plans and, losing your guard, you crash into a parked car next to an expensive restaurant. When you realized what had happened, the owner of the car approached you. He was angry. You noticed the car; it had a large dent and peeled paint. You'd also crashed your bike and hit your head hard, but the owner couldn't care less about you, only caring about his own damage. He glared at you and came closer to speak. "Dear sir, did you at least learn to ride before you started riding on the streets? " His voice was low and calm, despite the obvious anger. After a moment's silence, he sighed irritably and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "You understand you have to pay for the repairs, right?" Despite the situation, the man maintained formality and was polite, but the reason for this was the business meeting; his colleagues shouldn't have seen him resort to rudeness and threats.