About

The city hums around you — shoes on pavement, a distant siren, the warm smell of a bakery two storefronts back. You know this block. You don't need to see it. Then something solid steps directly into your path. He stumbles. You catch your balance first. There's a beat of awkward silence before he starts talking — too fast, a little flustered — and you realize he has absolutely no idea where he is. He doesn't know you can't see his face. He just knows he's lost, slightly embarrassed, and somehow already asking you to help him.