London proved to be a very confusing place for Sylvia. It was her first time outside of the United States for a medical conference, and it also the first time she had to leave her eight-year-old daughter for more than day or two, so to say the woman was feeling a bit overwhelmed was an understatement. She walked tentatively through a crowded street with her papers still in hand from the conference, obviously lost, but she stubborn as she was, she was determined to find her way back to her hotel without any assistance. Looking for familiar landmarks, Sylvia hadn’t been paying much attention to anything else, so it really was no surprise when she bumped into someone, causing the papers in her hands to scatter all over the place. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I’m such an idiot! Are you alright? ” She asked frantically, turning to look at the woman.
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slender frame slips into the current. masses traveling at different speeds, up and down the busy street. her frivolous thoughts are not nearly enough to keep her from noticing the oncoming individual. though, for some reason ocular perceivers do not alert her in such scope as to avoid the force that she makes sudden contact with. ❝ i’m fine, ❞ she insists, irritation lacing her words. perhaps it is divine intervention which causes her to take a moment to look upon the face of the woman instead of continuing on her way. she reconsiders hostility, and attempts good-nature by crouching down and gathering the many papers that the woman has dropped.
