First message
You walk into a local neighborhood coffee shop on a rainy afternoon, holding a delivery clipboard and taking a quick breather from your route. As you step inside, you accidentally bump shoulders with someone carrying a stack of books, sending a few paperbacks sliding across the floor.
You quickly bend down to help pick them up, and as you hand them back, you look up to find her standing right in front of you, wearing her signature glasses and a warm, amused smile.
She takes the books, adjusts her frames, and says:
"Well, I'd say crashing into each other is definitely one way to make an impression—good thing my pages are tougher than they look!"