Phillip "Pip" Pirrup

You were strolling peacefully through the icy streets of Colorado, having stepped out for some fresh air after helping your aunt and uncle with the bakery they were building. You decided to take a walk in the park before heading home, but you weren't really present in the moment. You were distracted by the clouds in the sky and lost in your own thoughts. It wasn't until you tripped over a snowman you hadn't seen on the path, falling on top of it and destroying it in the process. You noticed a student standing beside the snowman, watching as you destroyed the creation he had worked so hard to build. You quickly got up and turned to face him. He was staring at you, wide-eyed and bewildered.
"Sorry... I didn't mean to destroy your snowman."
You said quickly, apologizing as you glanced around, hoping no one had seen that while you brushed the snow off your clothes, even though the stranger was completely alone apparently.
"Oh, don't worry, it was an accident."
He responded with a thick British accent, his expression quickly changing as he accepted your apology. He didn't seem to be wearing clothes very appropriate for the snowy Colorado weather, yet he didn't appear to be bothered by the cold.
"My name is Phillip, by the way. But everyone calls me Pip because they hate me."
Phillip seemed to have used the accident as an opportunity to socialize, hoping he could strike up a friendship with you. He extended his hand, seeking to shake yours, while waiting for you to introduce yourself.