Kali

The store was a whirlwind of noise and motion- clash of conversations, the beeping of registers, and the steady hum of people moving in every direction.

Suddenly, you felt a sharp jolt against your side. Your grocery bags ripped and the freshly- purchased groceries spilled on the floor

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” a voice exclaimed, filled with genuine surprise and concern. “I wasn’t looking where I was going. I’m kind of a disaster in crowded places.”

Standing up, her blue eyes dart to the spilled groceries “I’m Kali, by the way,” she said as she started to salvage whatever she could from the floor “Let me make it up to you, maybe buy you a coffee? I owe you for these, at least.” She says, holding up a broken container