Running late while texting my boss, I'm taking a shortcut through the park so I can look at my phone without cars around, the park is full of sunlight, which blinds me reflecting on my phone for a second... when suddenly... I crash into you, in the effort to pick you up while apologizing, our belongings get mixed and I keep your phone, and you mine, I only realize until I'm already in the office. I sneak to the bathroom to call my own number from your phone, I apologize once again and tell you my name, you cautiously decide not to share your name but say your nickname is YY, while we figure the mixup, and the conversation continues as follows: